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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski/Original_Male
      Dog_Character(s)
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Roscoe_the_Dog_(OMDC)
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Father/Son_Incest, Bestiality, Face-Sitting, Watersports,
      Comeplay, Derek_is_Stiles'_father, Extremely_Underage, Shota!Stiles,
      Shota, Shota_Stiles_Stilinski, fart_play, briefly, pissing_inside,
      Felching, piss_felching, piss_drinking, Shotiles, Derek_Hale/Dog, Stiles
      Stilinski/Dog_-_Freeform
  Series:
      Part 8 of Kinktober_2017, Part 7 of Dirty_Daddy_Verse
  Collections:
      Kinktober_2017
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-16 Words: 1577
****** Dirty Daddy - Part 6 ******
by DirtyKnots
Summary
     Kinktober2017 - Day 8
     Latex || Roleplay || Deep Throating/Face-Sitting
     Derek loves when his boy rides his face.
Notes
     Read the tags, read the tags, read the tags.
See the end of the work for more notes
Derek wakes on the last day of Stiles’ suspension to a weight settling over his
face, quickly followed by a putting squelch and suddenly there's a warm, tacky
wetness spilling over his mouth and beard. He licks his lips and is unsurprised
to taste his own piss and cum, was pretty confident it was his little boy
sitting on his face so early in the morning. He licks up what his tongue can
reach, making sure to angle his mouth better so he gets in a few swipes at the
pucker hovering just above his lips. He can feel how tightly Stiles is
clenching, is about to ask what he's doing when the boy relaxes and lets go
again, bubbles of piss and cum unloading over his mouth, bursting when they hit
his tongue. Something in him shifts and he goes a little wild, arms reaching up
to drag Stiles down until his ass is grinding against Derek's mouth, hands
petting the boy's belly, begging against his hole for the boy to fart more back
out. Stiles is all gasps and giggles above him, doing what his daddy asked,
pushing the mix from the night before out in bubbled bursts, Derek's tongue
spearing into him and scooping more out, making hungry noises. He can feel his
hips humping up off the mattress, reluctantly let's go of Stiles' with one hand
so he can drag it down to his cock, gets in a few strokes before realizing he's
stuck at only semi-hardness and won't be able to get it all the way up until he
takes his morning piss. He releases Stiles with a sigh, let's the boy rub his
ass all over his face a few more times, tongue out to catch a taste, before
gently urging the boy off of his head.
“Sorry buddy, daddy's got to have a piss before we can play anymore, but I did
love the way you woke me up today.” He gives the boy a smile and ruffles his
hair, fingers lingering in the tangled bits that he knows are leftover cum as
he leans down to sweep his tongue into his son's mouth, sharing the lingering
tastes in a good morning kiss. Stiles hadn't been allowed at school for a week,
they had been making the most of it, with a pretty profound lack of showers
unless absolutely necessary. They probably both reeked of piss and cum, theirs
and the dog's, but to Derek it just smelled good. He didn't have much longer to
muse about how sorry he was to know this was ending, that they'd have to go
back to a more normal routine, because Stiles was scrambling to turn over onto
his knees, dropping his face down into the musty sheets and pulling his cheeks
apart.
“Ready daddy!” It was a little muffled, he could see Stiles had sucked some of
the damper bits of sheet into his mouth, and he patted the boy on his side as
he got up onto his own knees, shuffling behind his son. He ran his fingers
around Stiles’ rim a few times, gently tugging to make sure it was still
stretched out from the plug he'd put in the night before (speaking of which,
he'd need to find out where Stiles had dropped it before climbing onto Derek's
face this morning). When he was satisfied the boy was still open enough, he
spit on the tip of his cock, rubbing the moisture around the head before
carefully easing the mushroomed tip into his boy's hole. He watched Stiles’ rim
close up tight around him once the widest part of the flare was in, and he
stroked a hand down the boy's back, caressing his cheeks and taking over the
job of holding them apart. It took another minute for the tingle in his belly
to travel the rest of the way, but he moaned when he felt the first trickles of
piss spill out of him. It started slow and steady but quickly picked up pace
until he could feel the stream shooting out of him. By the way Stiles was
wiggling on his cock head, the boy could feel the spray pumping into him as
well, alternating between shifting around his daddy and clenching down on him.
One shift had his ass angling sharper and Derek heard the sudden moan from
beneath him.
“Daddy daddy there, what is’t? Feels good, daddy!” Derek couldn't be sure, but
thought maybe the spray was banging against Stiles' tiny prostate from inside,
wished the boy was ready for more than just the head of his cock so he could
push forward and find out for sure. He did his best to hold the boy still and
make sure the stream stayed steading on that spot, but it wasn't long before
his bladder was empty. He heard the whine when he eased himself out, told
Stiles to be patient just a bit, and told him how proud he was when the boy
clenched down tight to keep the piss in. Derek eased back and whistled for
Roscoe, who was patiently waiting by the foot of the bed. After a week of their
new routine, Derek didn't have to do much to encourage the pup. He trotted over
quickly, allowing Derek to shift him half over Stiles, helping to snug his
sheath up tight against the boy's hole. Derek slid his own face down just below
the sheath, tongue out and licking gently at both it and Stiles’ pucker as he
told the boy to open back up. No sooner did he than Roscoe released his own
wave of piss, most of it angling into the boy, but rivulets of it running down
where Derek was happy to slurp it up. The pup finished pretty quickly and Derek
slid his mouth forward a little more to clean up the last bits of piss caught
in the sheath before allowing Roscoe to wander back away. Derek glanced around
but couldn't find the plug Stiles had lost anywhere, could see the boy wiggling
with the urge to get up now that he had an ass full of piss.
“Baby, I don't know where you dropped your plug this morning, but daddy's gonna
help you, okay?” Stiles nodded and Derek eased a finger into his son, pleased
when the boy's hole closed around it. “Okay baby, since you've been so good
during your suspension, daddy's got a treat this morning. I'm gonna carry you
downstairs and then you can watch all the cartoons you want, okay?”
“Yes daddy, please daddy!” Despite all the fun they'd had this week, tv had
mostly been banned, since it was a suspension and not a vacation. Stiles’
excited flailing almost dislodged Derek's finger, but he managed to exert some
control and wrangle the boy into his arms. He carted him downstairs, grabbing
up the remote and flipping to the cartoon channel Stiles liked best before
carefully maneuvering onto his back on the chaise part of the couch, settling
his head and lifting Stiles to settle him over his head, mimicking the position
he'd woken up in. The boy sat with his legs spread snugly around Derek's face,
Derek's nose buried in his son's cheeks, and Stiles’ hole settled right over
Derek's mouth. Derek eased his finger out of the boy slowly, tongue already up
and out to catch the small spurts of piss that followed the digit out. As soon
as it was free, he was wrapping his arms up around the boy to adjust him a
little better until Derek could seal his mouth to the boy's hole, sucking out
the piss and swallowing it down, tongue fucking up into the boy relentlessly.
Stiles rocked gently where he was seated, tiny balls occasionally bouncing on
Derek's chin. He made hungry noises as his son let the piss run back out of him
into his daddy's waiting mouth. Derek's cock was flushed hard and leaking, more
precum spilling out when Stiles started playing with his nipples absently,
tweaking and twisting them. Derek reached one hand around to play with Stiles’
cocklet, fingertips gently pressing against the boy's slit. He used the other
hand to hold the boy tighter to him, arm banded around his son's waist. He felt
a strange gurgle right before Stiles giggled and farted, a bubble a piss
exploding on Derek's tongue. He let out a moan against his son's ass, pulling
him down harder than before, tongue scooping at the tiny hole, fucking in more
wildly as he stroked his little cocklet roughly. He could feel Stiles shaking
above him, felt the tiny pulse as the boy's watery cum spilled over his hand,
followed quickly by another pissy fart right into his mouth. It was enough for
Derek, whose body clenched tight as he came untouched, his orgasm strong enough
for stars to burst behind his eyes. When he came back to himself, it was to the
view of his son's hole, still leaking some piss, Stiles himself having moved
down to lick up the cum painting Derek's abs, Roscoe busy working on catching
everything that dripped down his balls, tongue occasionally delving into his
hole. He reached forward, petting his son's sides, praising him for being such
a good boy for daddy, mind wandering again to how this was the last day they
could be so indulgent, wondering if maybe he shouldn't look into homeschool
instead.
End Notes
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