warnings: MDNI 18+, stepcest, implied age gap, pervy stepdad!andrew x stepdaughter!reader, andrew watches reader through cameras, mentions of cum in food, somnophilia at it's finest, cheating, use of "kid" and "dad" along with other pet names, fem masturbation, oral (f receiving), spanking mentioned literally once, dumbification
a/n: this is a very sick read. i hope u guys cum by the end of this :3
creds: dividers from @suupersonic & qtdecor (inac)
whenever you’re get changed, you’d always get a weird feeling–that feeling that someone was staring at you. your curtains were closed, there’s no way anyone could see you.
oh, but there was a way. you hadn’t noticed that ever since you came home for the summer, your step dad had set up cameras. they were at every perverted angle you could think of. inside of your shower, by your window pointed at your bed, even in your walk-in closet. andrew has been stealing glances at you and you didn't have a damn clue.
andrew calls your name from the kitchen, “dinner’s ready, come on down and eat.”
little did you know, he knew you just got finished getting dressed, because he just finished to you... in the food.
his head turns when he hears you flying down the stairs. he can’t take his eyes off of your perky boobs, bouncing with every step, nipples teasing him through your thin tank top.
“the uh.. chili is done.” andrew stutters, quickly shifting his gaze from your breasts back to the food.
you grab a bowl as well as a spoon to fill it. “thanks dad!”
andrew’s pants tighten at the crotch in response to you calling him that. he quickly turns his back to you in an attempt to hide his boner. you don’t get the memo and throw your arms around him anyway. “i love when you cook dinner.”
you both finish fixing your chili with a side of saltine crackers and sit down at the dining table.
“andy what’d you put in this?” you say with your mouth full.
andrew glances up at you and asks, with a guilty conscience “w-what do you mean sweetheart?”
you continue munching away on your chili-covered crackers. “what seasoning did you use? it tastes so good!”
“oh, i just added some smoked paprika.” he sighs in relief. his boner from earlier still present.
as you two continue engaging in a conversation, andrew’s rubbing one out under the table. the sight of you unknowingly eating his cum makes his cock throb in his hand. somehow, his lewd behavior goes unnoticed by you.
shortly after, you head to bed as andrew finishes cleaning up the kitchen. he whips his phone out, his perverted camera app being the first thing that pops up when he unlocks it. he’s watching you slip your shorts off, revealing your cutest lace panties as you climb into bed.
he gives it about half an hour after you drift off before he creeps up the stairs, carefully calculating his steps, avoiding every creaky spot. he makes his way into your room, locking the door behind him.
he felt his cock twitch from the lack of response from you. he slowly freed it from his pants, already dripping precum from the thought of him fucking you, now he actually gets the chance to.
andrew carefully pulls your panties down your smooth legs. he climbs on the bed and throws his leg over you, cock already pressed to your entrance. with a hand placed on your small waist, he pushes himself in you, causing your body to let out a soft moan involuntarily. petrified that you’ll wake up in the midst of him inside of you, andrew waits a couple moments before he continues thrusting.
“fffuuccckkkk,” he mumbles “my little girl’s pussy is so tight f’me” knowing you're unable to respond makes it harder for him to hold back. your cunt pulling him deeper with every thrust causes him to completely lose control. he’s splitting your sweet pussy open, and you have no idea, that’s what makes it so hot.
andrew hears the garage opening. instead of jumping up, he continues pumping his dick inside of you. he’s determined to finish in his stepdaughter before his wife gets inside. as he gets closer to his peak, his hips buck uncontrollably, still thrusting in you mindlessly as his cum fills up your puffy pussy. he doesn't bother to wipe you up, he likes the idea of you waking up, confused as to what’s crusted up between your legs. still, he has enough decency to put your panties back on.
“honey, i’m home!” your mom exclaims as she enters from the garage door.
you wake up as he slips out of your room, unable to tell if your eyes are deceiving you, you fall back asleep.
the next morning, as andrew expected, you’re bent over in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom, checking out the crusted substance painted onto your pussy. and he’s watching, like always.
you head to your bathroom and hop in the shower. he watches you like you’re some sort of show. he’s so glad he married your mom. not for her, but because gets to have access to you, and your gorgeous petite body.
as you’re showering you notice something in the corner of your bathr– holy shit, is that a camera?! you try not to make it obvious that you seen it. you finish up your shower and dry off. an idea pops into your head, and you know exactly how to execute it.
knowing your mom left for work already, you skip the panties, putting on your tiniest shorts and your skimpiest shirt.
you walk down the steps, expecting andrew to still be in bed. your prediction was right. you pretended to clean up as you looked for more hidden cameras around the house. as you straighten up the picture frames in the living room, you see another one pointed straight at the couch. perfect.
you wrap up your act and let yourself relax on the couch. with one leg up on the backrest and the other on the carpeted floor, you slip a hand beneath your waistband and begin fingering your pussy.
andrew sees this and chubs up immediately. he wonders if you seen the camera. regardless, he doesn't care, he loves the view he’s getting.
you continue rubbing rough circles on your sensitive clit. you open your mouth, letting out soft whimpers.
andrew’s in his room still, stroking his dick with his right hand as his left holds the phone close to his face.
“fuck, andrew..” you moan loud enough for the microphone in the camera to pick up.
he stops pumping his hand in confusion, did you just say his name while you’re playing with yourself? he continues palming his cock, but faster now.
soon after you reach your climax, andrew nuts all over his screen.
with your pussy still leaking cum, you walk into the kitchen to start cooking breakfast, he enters a couple minutes later.
“good morning.” he mumbles
“good morning dada–” your breath hitches as you realize what you just said “i-i mean andrew.”
he chuckles to himself “that’s a new one.”
your face visibly flushes red. sure you were thinking it, but you didn't mean to say it out loud. maybe he likes it..
when he tries to squeeze past you, you intentionally back your ass up into him.
he grabs you by the waist, “watch yourself sweetheart.” he warns.
you roll your eyes as he ignores your advances, slipping by you to make his coffee. on his way back out of the kitchen, you pretend to drop your butter knife so you have a reason to bend over in front of him. andrew doesn't know how to hold back when he’s faced with your ass pushed up against him like this. he spanks your ass as you stand up and presses you up against the counter with his hips.
“m’getting real tired of you fuckin teasin me kid.” he drops his pants with a quickness.
unable to identify the sound of clothes dropping, you answer him. “i wasnt–”
he pulls your shorts down and rams his dick inside of you. you moan loudly upon his entrance. he has one hand wrapped around your neck, the other gripping your thigh, allowing him to pull you back as he thrusts into your swollen cunt.
“this is what you wanted right? fuckin slut. wearing these tiny ass clothes around me, you knew what you were doing.”
he’s right, this is exactly what you wanted.
he fucks you senseless. his thick mushroom-shaped tip constantly gushing through your walls, slamming into your cervix, bruising it badly. you feel your soft cunt trying to milk him dry without even meaning to.
you manage to babble a series of dumb hiccupy sounds “andrew, andrew– f-feels s’good, daddy.” your words make andrew wonder just how long you’ve wanted to claim him as your daddy.
“that’s right baby, i’m your daddy, i’ve always been.”
the sounds of skin slapping and your pussy squelching with every thrust fills the room.
“be a good girl and tell me, how long have you been wanting to fuck your stepdad?”
“–what’s that baby? daddy’s cock got you all dumb?” he chuckles, his thick calloused finger meeting your clit. he’s thrusting harder than before while applying sweet pressure to your aching nub. the warmth from his finger transfers to you, traveling from your belly all the way to your head. you feel your orgasm building up as he bullies your little cunt.
“dad’s cock is too big for you, isn’t it pretty girl?” he teases.
“mmhm” you agree with a numb mind, only able to focus on the sensations in your body.
you squeal in pleasure as you cum all over his dick, your body having no choice but to melt into his.
“such a good girl baby, you took me so well,” he tilts your head back to kiss your forehead “but i’m not done.”
he removes his length and fingers from your cunt, quickly tasting his fingers before pushing everything that was placed on the counter to the side. with his hands stretching from your back to just under your bust, he lifts you up on the counter and orders you to lie down.
“daddy please, i really cant take anymore.” you whine as you squeeze your legs closed.
“you can and you will.” he growls. he places your legs on his shoulders, his hands ending up on the inside of your thigh, pulling them apart with ease.
your stomach twists as his tongue licks up the cum leaking from your cunt. he repeatedly draws quick circles on your clit with his starving tongue before plunging it into your hole and sucking up every last piece of evidence from your orgasm.
“o-ohmygoddd!” you stutter a moan as he continues sloppily eating your pussy like there’s no tomorrow. he disregards your whining, continuing to suck and flick his tongue at your swollen bead. “andrew! fucckkk!”
you squeeze your legs around his face, but that has no affect on his rhythm. all you can do is cry out as he’s tongue-fucking you mercilessly. “fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck”
his chuckle shoots a vibration through your clit, your orgasm ripping through. andrew licks you clean as you squirm in his arms.
“i’ve got you sweetheart” he whispers before delivering kisses to your inner thigh.
“you did so good f’me baby” andrew steps away from your twitching body to retrieve your discarded shorts. he slips them back on you and says “if you ever need your dad to fuck you again, i’ll be here.
