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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Vernon_Boyd/Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Vernon_Boyd/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Vernon_Boyd, Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Fingering, Anal_Fisting, Face-Fucking, Double_Penetration, Anal_Plug
  Series:
      Part 8 of Daddy's_Boy
  Collections:
      Anonymous
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-22 Words: 1019
****** Please Professor ******
by Anonymous
Summary
     With Harris gone there's a new teaching position that's open, and the
     new teacher is gorgeous. Stiles can't stop fantasizing about him.
     Please read all tags and warnings.
Notes
     As always, dedicated to Kinkyfics (and I am still not Kinckyfics'
     author!)
     Please tell me if you think I should tag something else! I'm more
     then happy to, I tried to tag basically everything, but that doesn't
     mean I succeeded.
     This is still constantly and perpetually shameless smut.
See the end of the work for more notes
The teacher they get to replace Harris is gorgeous. Big, strong, black and
gorgeous. He tells his class to just call him Boyd, no mister or anything else.
And Stiles can’t stop fantasizing about him.
It starts when he realizes Boyd and Professor Hale are friends, laughing and
talking as they have lunch room duty together.
He then starts noticing Boyd after that, noticing that the professor’s eyes
follow him when they’re in the same room together. But his daddy hasn’t told
him to do anything, so he watches back and waits and dreams.
He likes to imagine Boyd cornering him after class, using one massive hand to
force Stiles to his knees. Voice steady as Boyd tells him to take his cock out,
hand firm on the back of his head as he uses Stiles’ mouth. Pushing in and
pulling out with his own rhythm, not letting Stiles have control at all or a
chance to catch his breath or learn it, so he’s alternating sweet smooth
thrusts and plunges that have Stiles gagging and drooling pre come out of his
bright red lips.
He imagines this is happening in the middle of the day and the classroom door
isn’t even shut all the way, but Boyd is completely quiet, the only noises
coming from Stiles and the wet slurping, sucking, dripping.
Boyd wouldn’t come, would pull out right before he did, rub the head of his
cock on Stiles’ mouth but hold him back with a hand tangled in his hair so he
can’t get to it. Boyd would then bend him over one of the lab tables, leave him
bare assed and waiting for long moments until he’d start humping against the
table and spreading his legs like the whore he is.
Only then would Boyd hold him down, one massive hand holding his hips in place
as he started to finger him, slowly, with it taking ages for one thick finger
to sink all the way to his knuckle. He’d take his time stretching Stiles open
until he could hold him open between two massive fingers, and then he’d use a
beaker to pour lube straight into the boy. Stiles would feel so full already,
and then he’d start fucking into him with his fingers in earnest, each push
making lube squeeze out. By the time he’d have three fingers in Stiles’ tight
hole he’d be bumping his prostate with every pass and telling the boy to come.
Stiles would, making a mess between himself and the table, and when he was
loose and limp Boyd would finally put his dick in him. Boyd’s cock inside of
him would feel so good and fat, so hard and hot as he pounded in mercilessly.
His own dick would get hard against the table, rubbing through his own come.
He’d come again, and then Boyd would. He’d feel so full of come and lube that
when Boyd plugged him up he’d have a bump, stomach protruding slightly.
Boyd would make him clean up the mess he made on the lab table. Voice rumbling
as he told him how well he’d taken it. What a good boy he was and how proud his
daddy was going to be.
When Stiles is getting ready for Lacrosse he likes to imagine Professor Hale
coming to him in the locker room with Boyd is toe.
Boyd laying Stiles across his lap and fingering him as Professor Hale fucks
into his slack mouth. Alternating slaps with gentle caresses. How good it would
feel for Boyd to lay him across the bench and fuck into him as Professor Hale
buried himself in his throat. Boyd continuing to finger him as he fucks into
him until he would pick Stiles up and hold him open for Professor Hale’s cock
to fuck in tight next to his. How he would come just from that, but they would
keep fucking him, holding him limp between them and just using him until they’d
both filled him up.
Then they’d lay him back on the bench and he’d get to nurse their combined come
off of Professor Hale’s cock as Boyd fingered him again, fingered him until he
could get his entire hand fucked up inside of him. He’d feel so full. He’d come
again whining and over sensitive but it would feel so good and he’d barely know
what was going on.
Of course Boyd and Derek would clean him up after, take time making sure he was
clean everywhere, petting and whispering sweet words to him before bundling him
up and making sure he got home safely.
Eventually he tells his dad about his fantasies.
The real thing is even better.
His imagination wasn’t able to encompass just what Boyd’s dirty talk would be,
how soft his voice would get as he called Stiles ‘such a good boy’, and fed him
his cock. How gentle he would be as he took his time fingering his clenching
hole open. Just how full he would feel on his new teacher’s fist. He didn’t
anticipate how his own cries would sound, his mews of pleasure and how he
actually cried with how good it felt with Professor Hale finally fucked fully
up next to Boyd. Or how hot it would be to watch Professor Hale and Boyd
exchange deep drugging kisses over his limp body as they both fucked into him
together, lifting him up with their big hands.
He didn’t anticipate Boyd shoving another finger up with both of their cocks
and asking him if he thought he could take more, like a good little whore. Or
just how long Boyd could fuck into him, making him come over and over until his
cock couldn’t even get hard and he couldn’t tell pleasure from pain before he
would come. Or how quickly he could get hard again. Fucking through his own
orgasm, waiting inside of Stiles’ fluttering ass, feeding the boy come that had
leaked out around his slightly smaller soft cock and hardening at the
desperation the boy showed to clean it all off his thick fingers.
End Notes
     As always, hope you enjoyed! If I have any errors please let me know!
     I don't have a beta so always a concern.
     I am still accepting suggestions for extra kinks, and for whose story
     you want to hear next! Or anything else you really want. That being
     said, there's no need to tell me something you don't want to see,
     unless it's to ask that I make sure to tag it (though I do promise to
     do my best with tagging even without the prompting!)
     Currently the next fic plan is to focus more on Stiles and his
     training of some of the other kids, and how they can be so good for
     their daddies and mommies. (In a similar spirit to Scott's or
     Allison's fic.)
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