yosethel

mean step-daddy shane maguire finding out you have a new boyfriend and already… things between you and your boyfriend aren’t going well.

he knows he’s not satisfying you. and he knows he should mind his business—but also? he doesn’t care one bit.

you were standing from your chair after doing some assignment when you feel hands on your back push your torso flat against the desk. “w-what the—“ a hand comes to hold your mouth closed.

shane?

“gotta boyfriend now huh?” you feel his free hand work down your back as he tugs your pants down, “bet he’d never do somethin’ like this… somethin’ I know you whine about at night,” you gasp his name against his his palm.

“hush sweetheart, gonna show ya what he should be doin’ to a pretty thing like you,” his free hand works his belt with ease, the clank of the metal from his belt shuffling down to his knees.

“yer mama’s home so you better be quiet, yeah baby? can ya do that? bet you can’t you little slut,” you whimper when you feel his length prod at your entrance before sinking in, earning a loud moan from your lips.

“fuckin’ knew it,” he lays a firm smack on your ass, earning a broken moan against his hand. “daddy wants to use this pussy baby, yer gonna let me, yeah? fuck… your soaked,” all you can do is stay bent over the desk and whine against his calloused hand.

“bet he hasn’t made you cum, has he? no he hasn’t, can fuckin’ tell. you been needin’ this huh?” his hand works between your legs, sloppily rubbing over your bud. your knees begin to buckle against him.

“already? ya been needin’ to get fucked this bad, shoulda came to me sooner, girl,” you moan against his hand, thighs shaking as your orgasm hits you embarrassingly quick. a dark chuckle escapes his throat as his thrusts deepen.

“gonna cum in this pretty little pussy. gonna let your daddy cum inside you? yeah you will, squeezin’ me—fuckin’ want this,” your legs continue to shake as he fucks you into your desk. he brings his other hand to your mouth, using your face as a brace as he fucks you harder.

“fillin’ you up… fuck…” he grunts as he spills into your pussy. He pulls his hands away, one fist in your hair as he pulls your face up.

“good, yeah? yeah… your fucked dumb,” he says breathlessly. he pulls out, buckling himself in like nothing ever happened. you adjust yourself—more so falling into your chair, pants halfway down your thighs.

“break up with that fuckin’ tool,” he says, then leaving your room.

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stepdad!shane being so mean to you when you two are at home alone. you’re minding your business and he walks up behind you, squeezing at your ass, muttering in his deep grainy voice, “wearin’ this in the house? seem’s your askin’ for somethin’ ya can’t handle, sweetheart.”

stepdad!shane who’ll come into your room while you’re doing some bullshit college assignment, laid prone on your bed. he takes that as an invitation to come up behind you, touching that sliver of skin exposed on your lower back making you jump, making a deep throaty chuckle leave his lips.

stepdad!shane who watches you late at night when you think everyone’s asleep. you’re touching yourself, a whiny whimpering mess because your hand isn’t good enough :(. shane again take that’s as an invitation to walk in.

stepdad!shane who covers your mouth while he drives his fat fingers into your sopping hole. you’re practically crying from pleasure and he doesn’t stop. “swallowin’ my fingers like a little slut, hm? ya like when your daddy does this? fuckin’ whore,” his voice is condescending and you squeeze harder onto his fingers.

stepdad!shane who fucks you seconds after you cum, not letting you have a breath before he’s drilling you into your mattress. “s’tmuch! s-shane—ah!” you cry out and he just pounds harder, deeper. he puts his fingers into your mouth to shut you up. “quiet your fuckin’ mouth,” he grunts, “tryin’ to cum and yer bein’ too fuckin’ loud. and it’s daddy, not shane,” he emphasizes with a particularly hard thrust making you squeal even louder :(((