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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Sheriff_Stilinski/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Sheriff_Stilinski, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Parent/Child_Incest, Face-Fucking, Breathplay, piss_drinking,
      Watersports, human_toilet, Dubious_Consent
  Series:
      Part 11 of Forbidden_Kinks
  Collections:
      Anonymous
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-23 Words: 1610
****** Sobering Up ******
by Anonymous
Summary
     Rising slowly out of bed, having to pull himself up with help from
     the sheets, he stumbled his way over to the door of his room and into
     the hallway. He had to take a leak something bad, and one of the best
     ways to begin sobering up from a night of hard drinking was to empty
     as much of the alcohol out of your system as you could.
     What somebody else might have found weird is that he walked passed
     the bathroom, instead of going in. But John had something else in
     mind.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
John Stilinski woke in the morning with one of the worst hangovers he’d ever
had, which is saying a lot. John had had many hangovers in his life.
 
The majority of them had been within the last ten years, which is a given. How
else are you supposed to grieve your dead wife? He certainly wouldn’t have been
able to manage it sober.
 
But there were certain things he had to manage sober. Work was one of them.
 
Rising slowly out of bed, having to pull himself up with help from the sheets,
he stumbled his way over to the door of his room and into the hallway. He had
to take a leak something bad, and one of the best ways to begin sobering up
from a night of hard drinking was to empty as much of the alcohol out of your
system as you could.
 
What somebody else might have found weird is that he walked passed the
bathroom, instead of going in. But John had something else in mind.
 
Walking into the closed room at the end of the hall, he could see that his son
was still sound asleep. He wouldn’t be for long, though. As he made his way
over to the bed, John began to untie the drawstring on his pants.
 
“Stiles, wake up,” he began gently, pushing down his pants with one hand as he
shook his son’s shoulder gently. But as always, Stiles slept like the dead.
“Come on,” he urged, shaking him harder. Sighing as his kid merely muttered a
bit before rolling over, John roughly finished pushing down his pants and
stepped out of them, leaving himself nude from the waist down.
 
Then, John climbed onto the bed so that he was straddling his son’s shoulders,
and sat down, putting nearly all of his weight on Stiles’ chest.
 
He woke up with a start, shocked at the sudden pressure on his body. Blinking
up at his father in confusion, he went to go say something. “Wha-“
 
John cut him off. “Finally, you’re awake,” he muttered gruffly, using one hand
to hold his dick out towards Stiles. “Open up, I gotta take a leak.”
 
Stiles swallowed roughly, having woken up enough now to realize what was going
on. There was an odd look in his eyes, but the rest of his face showed
acceptance. A sigh escaped his mouth, rough from sleep, and then his mouth
opened.
 
In a practiced move that spoke of the amount of times he’d done it before, John
slid forward, bringing the head of his cock into the opening of his son’s
mouth. As the lips closed around it, holding it in place, he broke the seal.
 
Something about the first piss after a night of drinking always made one feel
better. It was no exception now, as John could practically feel the ounces of
whiskey he’d drunk leaving his body.
 
And entering his teenage son’s mouth.
 
Stiles was a pro at taking it, now. When John had first had him do this – years
ago, whilst their bathroom was undergoing renovations and John was too drunk to
remember that they’d been going next door to the neighbour’s house to use the
toilet – he’d spilled it all over himself. Granted, the kid had been surprised
by his drunk father coming into his room, forcing him down on his knees, and
shoving his pissing dick in his mouth, but really. It should have been obvious
that John was expecting him to drink it down. At least the kid was smart enough
to know that the mess was his job to clean up.
 
John constantly thanked his past-drunk self for having the idea. It was very
convenient to have a portable urinal around, even for the times he wasn’t
drinking. Even more convenient that it had brought down the cost of his water
bills every month, seeing as he was doing a lot less flushing.
 
But as stated, now Stiles was a pro. Even sleep-riddled as he was, he easily
took all John had to offer him. He didn’t have to hold back his flow at all, as
Stiles steadily swallowed it all down.
 
When the torrent eventually slowed, and then stopped to nothing more than a
drip, John felt his son’s tongue around his cock head. He had taught him to
make sure to clean it all afterwards, and now he luxuriated in the feeling of a
warm mouth sucking on his dickhead slightly, a tongue licking up and into his
foreskin to make sure he got all he could.
 
Going into the foreskin like this, he was getting a lot more than drops of piss
– John never washed very well underneath it, and so it was filled with sweat
and dried pre-cum from the night. After this, he knew his dick would be as
clean as ever.
 
Just as Stiles began pulling back from his cleaning job, John felt a new need
coming over him. Without letting his son know his next course of action – he
knew he’d catch on quickly – John leaned forward, bracing himself on the
headboard with one hand, and used the other hand to grab tightly onto the hair
on Stiles’ forehead. Now leaning over him, cock still slightly in his mouth, he
thrust down quickly.
 
He set a fast rhythm, the (perhaps not) unexpected need to cum hitting him so
quickly that he knew he didn’t have time to enjoy going slow. There’d be time
for that later. For now, he thrust deep and hard, holding Stiles in place by
his hair.
 
The feeling of the boy’s mouth around him never failed to excite John. Despite
how often they did this, his gag reflex never seemed to calm down. The constant
fluctuating of his throat muscles as he gagged and tried to breathe and swallow
around him tightened the grip his throat had on his cock, and it made the
experience even better. It was hot, and wet, and tight – everything a man could
want from a fuck. This, too, had started on a drunken night that had John
pushing his son to the ground, trapping his head into the corner of two walls
to hold it in place, and forcing him to take it. Another pat on the back for
drunk John.
 
Seemingly on a hair trigger from the night before, John felt the buildup rise
within him quickly, and soon he could feel his balls pulling up as they got
ready to empty themselves. With no more warning than a loud grunt, John filled
the back of Stiles’ throat with his seed, bottoming out into his mouth. He was
so deep in that he knew Stiles couldn’t even taste it, was just forced to
swallow.
 
Now spent, and feeling the hangover symptoms coming back to him, John leaned
forward until his head met his arm on the headboard. His cock was still deep in
his son, and he was now basically sitting on him, leaving him with no way to
breathe. He knew he ought to move, but sometimes he liked to indulge himself,
fully feel his cock go soft in the mouth he had just fed. If his son wasn’t
able to breathe while he did this, then whatever; John would make sure he
wouldn’t suffocate. He could deal with it for a few seconds.
 
Eventually, he felt his son’s mouth go slack, and when he looked down, he saw
that he had stayed so long that Stiles had actually passed out. Chuckling to
himself slightly, John pulled back and thrust in one more time, debating if he
had it in him for one more. When his dick didn’t even twitch, he sighed, and
pulled all the way out.
 
Stiles began breathing normally immediately, healthy as ever.
 
Finally ready to begin his day, John sat back until he was once again seated on
his son’s chest, and slapped him lightly to rouse him again. When his eyes
blinked open, John smiled at his son. “I’m going to go make breakfast,” he
said. “Meet you downstairs in a bit?”
 
Eyes still watering from his ordeal, Stiles merely nodded, his throat no doubt
too rough for words. John chuckled slightly, and began to stand up, but not
before leaning forward again and raising his dick up and out of the way.
 
Once again, his training kicked in, and Stiles leaned forward to meet him, lips
gently kissing against the balls that had given him both life and a pre-
breakfast snack. His tongue came out to join the kiss for a second, licking
over both of the balls gently, before he pulled back again.
 
Content, John officially began to make his way off the bed, gathering the pants
he’d left on the floor and leaving the room quickly once he’d done so.
 
When they met in the kitchen ten minutes later, no words were exchanged about
what had happened upstairs. They never spoke about it much in the first place,
and now that it was a common occurrence, there was no need to. Stiles accepted
his lot in life, just as John enjoyed his.
 
Sitting down for breakfast, though, John couldn’t help but add something.
“Don’t drink too much juice,” he warned his son. “I’ll have to go again
shortly.”
 
Stiles choked on his breakfast in shock, and John merely smiled. He wasn’t
lying – from all the coffee he’d drank whilst preparing the food, he was
already feeling the urge to piss again. Lucky for him, he had a urinal at the
ready. By the time he made it to work, he’ll have flushed most of the alcohol
out of his system.
End Notes
     This fic is unbeta'd, so if you find any errors, please feel free to
     let me know in the comments.
     If you liked this fic, and would like to talk kink with me, please
     feel free to come visit me on my tumblr @forbiddenkinks-ao3 - I'm
     almost always around to answer any messages or IMs I might get.
     Dubious consent: John forced his underage son into drinking his piss
     and allowing his father to fuck his face. However, Stiles doesn't
     really complain about either of these things. From John's
     perspective, this would be dubious consent. Maybe if I ever write
     something for this fic with Stiles' thoughts, it might change. Who
     knows.
     Also, getting to the underage thing, I never put a number on how old
     Stiles is for the majority of this fic. You can decide when John
     started using his son as a cum dump and urinal.
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