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justagirlwholikesadam · 1 year

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Quickie before Class

Jack Gladney (step dad) x Reader smut!

Please be warned! if you don't like the stepcest then don't read it!! I don't know why i wrote this but i did. BTW i used google translate for the German.

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You shouldn't have been teasing Jack. You couldn't help it though. Babette and the rest of your siblings were gone. She had taken them to school already. You and Jack were the only one in the kitchen finishing up breakfast. Jack had offered you a ride to the university while he was cutting his pancakes. Jack offers you lots of rides since that night. You didn't mind it, Jack wasn't all that bad as your mother had mentioned to you before.

Jack was a professor from the university you went, he taught Hitler studies. Jack happens to be your stepfather as well. Everything seemed normal until you came home from a party late one weekend, you had snuck back inside and quietly tiptoe into your room where you found Jack. He was inside your room, leaned against the dresser with his cock out. You watched as he moaned while using your underwear, rubbing it against his cock.

That was a while back, you did confront him about it. You realized Jack was much better than the college guys you slept with and he realized you were better than Babette. You wore a jean skirt today, knowing it was his favorite. You wore a tee shirt with the school logo and a pair of sneakers. You were sitting next to him finishing your toast as he read the morning newspaper. You saw he finished his plate of pancakes a few minutes ago. You eyed at the clock hanging on the wall across from you. There was still time left before class started. You sighed loudly, catching his attention as you pushed yourself along with the chair away from the table.

He watched you carefully over the newspaper as you spread your legs wide open. The skirt was pushed up. His brown eyes looked straight at your bare cunt. He raised his brows at you. Jack didn't like it when you wore skirts without any underwear. “Little slut.” He would tell you before stuffing his fingers into your cunt.

Jack is already hard when he sees you with your legs spread open and your hand playing with your pussy in front of him. He drops the newspaper down on his plate and clears his throat.

“Need a hand, princess?” Jack asks as he watches you rub your clit in front of him. You shake your head and continue to play with yourself. Jack knew you were lying. You always needed ‘Daddy’s hands’ to cum.

He looked down to see the time on his watch. He rubs his hands together as he looks at the time again then back at you. You gave him a smile.

Jack was quick when he stood up, pulling you by the arm. You rose from the seat and was pushed against the kitchen counter. You can hear Jack mumbling behind you as he bends you over.

“Dreckiges Mädchen.” (Dirty Girl) Jack whispered in German as he leaned over to kiss the back of your head while his hands were pulling the jean skirt further up to your hips.

“Du liebst es, wenn ich mich so verhalte, eine Hure.”(You love it when I act like a whore.)

You whispered to Jack in German making him grin as he looked down, his hands spreading your ass open. He squeezes your ass, fondling it with his big hands. He groans at the sight of your holes when you prop your left leg on top of the counter.

Jack, your step dad didn’t have a long cock but his cock was the thickest you ever seen. You were between Jack's legs when you first saw it that night in your room. He was thick with veins running up and down his cock, you licked on his heavy balls as you used both hands to jerk him off. He got off by you gagging on his cock, eyes red and watery while your mouth was full with your step daddy’s cock. He had smeared the cum over your face. You gave him a smile as the pink fat mushroom head rubbed cum over your lips.

You woke up the next day feeling sore between your legs and mouth. Making your way downstairs you sat across from him that morning. Both of you knew it wasn't a one time thing since you played footsie with him under the table. You ate your cereal quietly while he massaged your captured foot under the table.

“Fuc..k.” You heard Jack’s groan as he spit on his cock and jacks himself off.

“Open up for me, baby.” Jack moans as he taps the head of his cock on your ass. You let out a whine when you felt his cock nudging between your lips, you moaned out loud when you felt him slide himself inside. The sensation of his fat cock expanding your walls was painfully good.

“Pussy so good baby. You're my girl right, baby? Tell me you're my good girl.” Jack tells you as he leans against you and starts fucking you. You were moaning when Jack stuffed his fat fingers in your mouth, you can taste the maple syrup on his fingers from his breakfast.

“Tell me, you're my good girl?” Jack tells you again while his fingers slips out of your mouth as he kept fucking you hard. Drool spilled from the corner of your mouth, as Jack’s fingers slipped out of your mouth and held the back of your neck, to hold you down. Your stretched leg on the edge of the counter was starting to become numb but it felt good to move. You were at a good level, Jack was tall and he didn't have a need to bend too much at this position.

“I’m your good girl daddy.” You mewl out as you feel Jack’s other hand go between your legs. His fingers rubbing your clit as he kept pounding you.

“That’s it, keep clenching daddy’s cock.” He says making you whimper as his cock keeps thrusting in a rough pace.

“Take it. T-T-Take daddy’s cock.” Jack mumbled behind you as his balls slapped against your puffy lips, sending shocks to your throbbing clit everywhere his balls were mushed against your clit.

You heard Jack chuckling when you cry out as he rubs your clit quickly, your hands were sliding off the marble counter but you kept your gripped when Jack pulled you up in a standing up position. The position had made you moaning out loud as you felt his cock deeper inside of you.

You feel his soft and pudgy stomach press up against your ass as he keeps thrusting into you.

“Du wurdest nur für mich gemacht.” (You were made just for me.) Jack tells you when you came on his cock. He held onto you as whimpered, clenching around him. Jack kissed your back as he waited for you to come down from your high. He waited for you to look over your shoulder to give him a nod. He took a deep breath when he gave him a nod, he made you cum and now it was his turn.

You whined as you felt his cock sliding in and out of you, you were grunting every time he slammed into you. You blushed at the squelch sound you made when he started to fucked you harder.

“Com’ on. Com’ on.” Jack hissed as he leans you over and stats to fuck you into a quicker and faster pace. Your head bob up and down as he held on to your shoulders as he fucked you. You cry out when you feel him stop and pressed his hips against your ass. You dropped your mouth open when you felt him cumming, you let out a moan as he let go of your shoulders. You laid your head down, forehead against the marble counter, you had lost feeling on your leg that was still up on the counter. Your other leg was barely standing, your inner thigh twitching.

You looked to the side of the wall and looked at the clock. Jack kissed your ass as he slowly moved your leg off of the counter down the ground. You whined when you felt the blood rushing through your leg. Jack held your ankle as he mumbled against your skin. He had even kneel down. His fingers softly messaging the numbed ankle all the way up to your thigh. His fingers played with the hem of the skirt for a while before pulling it down to cover your ass.

“Thank you, daddy.” You said as you pushed yourself away from the counter.

“Go upstairs and put on some underwear. We have to leave now. You don’t want daddy to be late, do you?” Jack said as he walked with you out of the kitchen. You felt him rub your arm as he took you by the staircase.

“Hurry up! I’m gonna check when you come down.” Jack yelled out as he walked back to the kitchen, picking the plates off the table to soak in the sink.

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ladyinwriting18 · 1 year

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Daydreaming During Class (Jack Gladney x You)

Summary: Jack doesn't appreciate when his students daydream during class, but perhaps he can find it in his heart to forgive you when he finds out exactly what you've been fantasizing about.

Words: 3,549

Warnings: Daddy kink, Dom/sub relationship, dry humping, teacher/student relationship, office sex, female orgasm. Author's Note: I love Jack Gladney's belly soooo here's a one shot about it.

Jack looks out onto the sea of faces that stare back at him with eyes filled with interest. They hang on his every word, thirsting for the knowledge he has. Expanding the minds of his students is like a high. It’s what attracted him to teaching in the first place.

His students are the moths and the lessons he teaches are the flames that draw them in.

During lectures Jack tends to pace the length of his classroom, listening to the sounds of pencils scratching against paper and keeping a watchful eye for anyone who might have a question. Today is no different and that’s how he notices that you clearly are not paying attention.

He's seen that glazed look in your eyes before. Usually when your mind is wandering.

The college had a strict ‘no dating’ policy between facility and students, but Jack couldn’t help it when it came to you. You were charismatic, caring and loving.

All the things he craved after his most recent divorce.

Meeting you had been like stepping out into the sunlight, but getting to know you?

That had been like the beginning of Spring when the snow melts and flowers start to bloom.

After a lifetime’s worth of disappointments, Jack couldn’t stop himself from being selfish. So, the two of you started dating.

Or at least that’s what you called it. He was much too old to attempt to understand the nuances of courtship lingo. All Jack knows is that he has no plans on letting you go. You make him too happy for that.

Except for when you’re misbehaving.

Like now, when you’re clearly slacking off during class.

Jack looks at you from over the tops of his dark glasses with a disapproving look. He knows he shouldn’t stare at you so blatantly in the middle of a crowded room, but he expects all his students to take his class seriously. Just because the two of you are sleeping together doesn’t give you the right to daydream in the middle of a lesson.

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and your cheeks flood with warmth.

Not because you’ve realized you’ve been caught.

No, this is something different.

Arousal.

You’re aroused and embarrassed by it.

The realization has Jack stumbling over his words—catching the attention of everyone in the room.

Including you.

Your eyes snap in his direction.

At least that caught your attention.

He gives you a stern look before addressing the rest of the class.

“Forgive me, us professors tend to become absent minded in our old age.”

They chuckle at his joke, accepting the lie with ease.

“Just you wait,” He continues to tease. “One day you’ll all wake up with hair growing out of your ears and spend most of your days wondering if you remember to turn the oven off before leaving the house.”

The laughter grows in volume but when Jack peeks over his shoulder in your direction, he finds you not joining in with your fellow students.

Good.

That means you know you’ve been caught, and your Daddy isn’t happy about it.

Jack grins and pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

“Now where was I? Ah yes, who remembers who Eva Braun was?”

The rest of class flies by without interruption. Although you do look rather antsy now that you know what’s coming for you once the clock chimes.

When it does, Jack dismisses them and collectively they stand to leave. That’s when he calls out a list of names—including yours.

“Would the names of the students I just called stay behind for a moment? I have their papers graded.”

That isn’t lying. He does in fact have papers to return, just not yours. However, he still has you wait.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jack catches you fidgeting while he takes his sweet time talking to your fellow peers. He praises them and offers advice.

All while you stand there in suspense.

You’re obviously nervous but your Daddy knows you well enough to know that the anticipation turns you on.

In truth, it’s starting to turn Jack on as well.

So, when he’s finally finished talking to the last student, he stands and motions for you to come closer with a finger.

“Why don’t we speak in my office, so we won’t be interrupted?”

The blush on your cheeks brightens but still you nod.

“After you, my dear.”

Jack’s private office is connected to his classroom through a dark mahogany wood door with a golden plaque that has his name engraved into it. You’ve been inside many times before. Sometimes as a student but mostly as his lover. As dangerous as it is to be alone with you while on campus, the thrill of it is intoxicating. He loves coming up with new ways to keep you quiet while you bounce on his cock in his leather office chair.

Truth be told, you look rather pretty with your panties stuffed in your mouth.

You do as you're told and proceed into his office with Jack following behind you. He lets the door slam shut, allowing the sound to vibrate off the walls before reaching down to click the lock into place.

A shiver runs up your spine.

Jack wishes it was his tongue causing it. He pulls off the long black robe he wears while he teaches and hangs it back up in the coat closet. He takes his time with this, not even bothering to look at you when he speaks.

“So is my little girl going to tell me what she did wrong?”

You stutter, not forming a single coherent word.

Jack walks over to his desk and sits behind it. Your eyes are down casted towards the fingers that tug on the hem of your knee length skirt.

Fucking hell, were you deliciously dressed today.

“Come now. You must have a clue as to why I called you to my office.”

Your eyes flick to momentarily meet his eyes, but all too soon you look back down. “Be-….because I was daydreaming during class?”

“Clever girl.” Jack praises a bit sarcastically. “And what fantasy of yours was more important than my lecture, hm?”

You whimper at the accusation, “Nothing Daddy! I promise.”

“Daddy?”

Your face falls, the color draining from it.

“Daddy is what my good girl gets to call me. When students fuck around during my class, they refer to me as Professor Gladney. Is that understood?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes, what ?”

The bite in his tone has you instantly responding.

“Yes, Professor Gladney.”

Jack hums, “That’s better.” He points to the chair across from him, “Sit.”

You obey, though you seem to be trying to make yourself as small as possible.

He leans back in his chair. He has you like a worm on a hook—dangling in front of him pleading to be set free.

This game of cat and mouse isn’t one you two usually play but it’s starting to grow on him.

“I really am sorry, Professor Gladney. I swear it won’t happen again.”

Jack chuckles at your attempt at apologizing. As sweet as you look pleading, he wasn’t going to let you off that easily.

“Oh, I know it won’t be happening again. We’re going to make sure of it.”

“W-What do you mean?”

The grin that spreads across his features oozes cockiness, “Well, since you didn’t pay attention to my actual lesson. I think I have every right to teach you one now. Wouldn’t you agree?”

You only manage to nod.

“Excellent. First, I want you to tell me what you were daydreaming about.”

You squeeze your knees together as your shoulders bunch up around your ears. “Do…do I have to? It’s embarrassing.”

Jack can sense he might be pushing you too far. Perhaps he’s acted too stern for you to recognize that this is only a game. One that either of you can stop playing at any time.

Being your Dom didn’t mean he wants to intimidate you.

With a softened tone he calls your name. Only when you meet his gaze does he continue to speak.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed. I know my Princess very well and I could tell she was thinking about something naughty. ”

You looked surprised but also more at ease.

“You already know?”

Jack offers you a smile and nods, “Daddy just wants to hear about it.”

“Then you’re not angry?”

You sound so relieved that he can’t help but chuckle.

“I think all can be forgiven. Especially if my girl was thinking naughty things about Daddy.”

A blush blooms across the bridge of your nose to both cheeks.

“You were, weren’t you?” The mere thought leaves Jack breathless with his cock twitching within the confines of his dress pants.

You shyly nod. His mouth waters at the admission.

“Tell me about it, Princess.” You’re hesitant and self-conscious but slowly you open up. “Lately….whenever I see Daddy without his shirt on, I find myself staring at your stomach….wanting to um…touch it.” You pause to give him a look, checking to see any signs of disgust. When you find none you continue. “Today…during class I was imagining what it would be like to rub myself against it.” Jack raises a brow. Not in judgment but in curiosity. “I’m not sure I understand?” You speak up, cutting him off from speaking. “Specifically rubbing my cunt against it.” It catches him by surprise. So much so that Jack doesn’t immediately respond. His mind is far too busy creating its own barrage of filthy images. Each one of them of you with your head thrown back as you cry out with abandon.

“I…I hope Daddy won’t think that’s weird.” “Stand up.” “What? But why?” “You heard me, Little One. Stand up and go over to the couch.” You stand, although hesitantly. The steps you take reflect the uncertainty you’re feeling, but you would understand soon enough.

He goes to stand directly behind you and nudges your temple with his nose so you tilt your head to give him better access to your ear.

“It sounds like these fantasies have been plaguing my girl for quite some time. I’d be a pretty awful Daddy if I didn’t help to relieve you of them.” His words are a low rumble in your ear. They invade your senses in the same way he invades your space. One of his hands comes around to take hold of your hip. He digs his fingers in and tugs you back into his chest. You make the tiniest squeaking sound. Jack dips his head and chuckles against the crook of your neck. His hot breath has goosebumps rising to the surface of your skin. “Well, Princess? Should Daddy help you turn your fantasies into reality?”

You lean your back against his chest more, your body already melting into him. “Jack….do….do you really mean that?” Using the hand at your hip, he spins you around to face him. He smirks at you, the smugness rolls off him. “I won’t have my favorite student fail my class over that needy cunt of hers.” He can tell his words have left you flustered but you do not argue. Slowly, Jack steps to the front of you and holds eye contact while stripping his clothes from his body. Your eyes dance, studying every bit of exposed flesh like artwork in a gallery being revealed. Your attraction to him never fails to amaze. Any man would be lucky to have you, but somehow that lucky man is him. Jack stands naked before you except for the tinted glasses that he’s somehow forgotten to remove. He straightens his back, standing tall even with his cock only semi-hard. It’s still “soda can thick” as you tend to say.

He isn’t as confident in his physique as he once was. Being older means your body unfortunately changes as it loses its youth. However, the fact that you find him irresistible makes Jack feel about ten years younger. “Does my girl want to take her clothes off too?” You nod and excitedly start tugging at the hem of your blouse. Jack’s hands snatch your hands into place. “Slower than that. Help make Daddy’s cock hard.” You smile timidly, knowing your eagerness is getting the better of you. So you slow down your movements so Jack can appreciate you. Every dimple and curve has him entranced. It isn’t long before all the blood runs south and hardens his cock. “Mmmhh, that’s a good girl. Look how hard you’ve made me.” One look and you throw your arms around his neck, locking your lips together. Both of your bodies pressed together while tongues tangle in a heated mess. Hands grope. Yours at his shoulders and biceps and his at your hips and ass. The two of you are practically dry humping as you stand there. It becomes apparent that if the two of you keep this up, he’ll have you screaming into the couch cushions while he’s balls deep inside you. Jack pulls his mouth away just long enough to say your name and halt your kisses. “We’re never going to be able to make your daydream come true if we keep this up.” You pout, looking dejected as if your balloon has just been popped. “But Daddy’s cock is already hard.” You bat your lashes, giving yourself a more doe-eyed appearance, “It needs me.” Laughter rumbles through Jack’s chest. Leave it to you to find a way to be disappointed over getting what you wanted in the first place.

His hands cup the sides of your face and his thumbs caress the apples of your cheeks. “I want to give this to you.” He leans in to nip at your bottom lip with his teeth, “I love that you’ve been fantasizing about my body.” His voice drops, his words heavy with lust. “It turns Daddy on. And now? Now I want to make it real.”

His hands fall from your face as he takes a step back to sit on the couch. “It will probably be easier if I lay back huh?” With a nod you take a step forward. Your interest is peaked with wide eyes that linger at his stomach as Jack shifts onto his back. He can’t say he understands the fascination, and truthfully in his youth Jack used to be thinner. He once had a body that by society standards is more appealing.

Not that he intends to question your desires. If the roundness of his stomach is something you find sexually attractive then you could do whatever the hell you wanted with it.

With Jack comfortably laying down, he holds out his hand to you.

Your nerves cause your movements to be awkward and stiff. He doesn’t dare rush you. This is new for the both of you and he wasn’t about to ruin it by being impatient. He is, however, more than thankful that he splurged on a larger and more comfortable couch for his office. Before his divorce, Jack had spent one too many nights opting to sleep on it instead of going home. You swing your leg over his body to straddle him and the past is forgotten. All the unpleasant memories of secrets and betrayal washed away because now there is only you….

Sitting atop him with your damp cunt against the swell of his stomach. “Jesus sweetheart, you’re already soaked.”

Whether you choose to ignore his comment or are simply too focused on his safety, he cannot say.

“A-Am….am I hurting you?” Jack shakes his head, “Not at all.” He rests both hands on your hips, “But I can feel how tense you are. Just relax.” “I’m worried I’ll….you know…squish you.” He bites back a laugh. He’s a whopping six feet tall, there was no physical way you could squish him. However, your concern is no less adorable. “Not possible, Little One.” With his hands at your hips he urges you to start moving. “Go on, let's see if we can live up to those expectations of yours.” You nod and brace your hands at his shoulders before slowly rocking yourself into him. Your mouth falls open in a tiny ‘o’ shape, gliding along him with ease from how wet you already are. Jack in awe of it, of how you seem to already be trembling. “Tell me…what about this has you so turned on?” “You’re s-so handsome, so broad and tall. I want to love all of you. I want to worship it all.” You explain through shuddered breaths as you quicken the pace of your movements but never once stop speaking. “S-so that all of you can be mine.” Your words touch him beyond the physical realm. His cock leaks not only from how glorious you look but from the emotions that this fantasy of yours radiates from. Jack reaches up to lovingly cup your cheek, “Oh sweet girl but all of me is already yours. I love you, don’t you know that?” You nod, turning your head towards his palm and sloppy kiss it. “I love you too, Jack.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving half moon imprints behind. Sweat beads along your hairline, your rubbing becomes more frantic. You’re panting, chest rising and falling in quick succession while your thighs spasm around the sides of his stomach. He knows what’s coming—has mesmerized the signs since that first time you let him play with your cunt in the back seat of his car. “That’s it, Princess.” He praises breathlessly, “Take what you need from Daddy.”

Jack feels his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose, annoyingly so, and to the point that they steal his attention away. He couldn’t have that. Nothing could distract him from watching his favorite thing….your orgasms.

Not wanting to spoil the moment, he quickly pushes them back into place.But still your brows furrow with mouth agape in an attempt to form words.

He recognizes your frustration and rubs soothing circles along your thighs. “What is it, sweetheart? What are you trying to tell me?” Even in the height of your pleasure, you find a way to get your point across. You reach for his glasses and snatch them off his face before tossing them onto the small side table beside the couch. Jack gives you a puzzled look. “Wanna see Daddy’s eyes.” You explain in a whine. He chuckles, hands returning to your waist and lets his fingers squeeze into your skin. “Look all you like, Princess. Watch Daddy not be able to take his eyes off of you while you rub that cunt on him.” Your breath catches in your throat. How could he have forgotten how much you love dirty talk? Still helping to guide your hips, Jack stares up at you and says the filthiest things he can think of. “Such a naughty girl, dripping all over her Professor's stomach. Poor thing can’t even pay attention in class because her cunt is too busy distracting her. Isn’t that right?” You merely nod until Jack delivers a light smack to your ass. “Yes Professor Gladney, that’s right! Need….need you to put my cunt in its place.” Jack grins, “I think you’ll find I already have. Since you’re currently smashing it against my stomach.” He swears he can hear your cunt clench after that–so he keeps going. “Is the naughty girl going to clean her mess when she’s done? You’ve covered my stomach in slick.” Gripping your waist he forces you to grind even harder against him so more stimulation is delivered to your clit, “And if I’m honest, Daddy has been dripping pre-cum for quite awhile now. Will you clean that too?” You clamp a hand over your mouth to muffle your cry. The friction of your throbbing clit against his belly has your toes curling. You’re just on the edge and Jack knows exactly how to push you over.

“Go on. Show me. Show Daddy how you cum for him.” A few more rocks and your body tenses as your orgasm hits. You keep your hand to your mouth to lower the volume of your moans. If the two of you were at home, he would have ripped your hand away, releasing your song from behind the cage of your fingers. Your once hurried movements turn sluggish until you’re done riding out your high. Jack enjoys every second of it–looking up at you like a goddess. As much as he enjoyed cumming with you, nothing tops giving you pleasure. Your eyes flutter, fighting to stay open. Not wanting you to fall, he takes hold of your elbows and tugs you down to his chest. You’re so sated from your orgasm that you sink into him. Jack’s fingers stroke the trail of your spine as you catch your breath. “You didn’t get to cum.” You almost sound sad, he can’t help but wrap you in a tight hug before pressing his lips to your forehead. “Does my Princess want to fix that for Daddy?” You tilt your head to meet his gaze and holding it, “Yes Professor Gladney, or else I’ll end up daydreaming in class again tomorrow.”

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