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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:
      Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Underage_Sex, Extremely_Underage,
      Shota!Stiles, Stiles_is_10, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Facials,
      Face-Fucking, Comeplay, Daddy_Kink, Praise_Kink, Begging, (though_not_too
      much_begging)
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-25 Words: 3155
****** Spider-Daddy and his Spider-Boy ******
by kitkinks
Summary
     Prompt: shota! stilinskicest (8-10 aged stiles?) It's halloween
     night, and the sheriff is in charge of wrangling the gang of kids
     (scott, lydia, etc.) out for candy, but he can't seem to keep his
     eyes off the way Stiles' spiderman costume forms over his young,
     innocent body.
Notes
     Full Prompt: shota! stilinskicest (8-10 aged stiles?) It's halloween
     night, and the sheriff is in charge of wrangling the gang of kids
     (scott, lydia, etc.) out for candy, but he can't seem to keep his
     eyes off the way Stiles' spiderman costume forms over his young,
     innocent body *especially around the little bubble butt* | So, after
     all the other kids are home, The sheriff helps stiles out of his
     costume, softly letting his hands roam over his baby's skin as he
     slides it off. Stiles then asks if his daddy wants to see how he
     learned to shoot webs, and then stiles wraps his hand around his own
     dick to half-hazardly jerkoff (he's so proud of himself) and
     basically the sheriff can't resist anymore and ravishes stiles on his
     kid bed. (Kinks: daddy, praise, cumplay, cocknursing, begging,)
     My first request fill! Keep 'em coming at kitkinks on tumblr! I hope
     you enjoy, Haleshorror!
See the end of the work for more notes
Whoever decided to make skin tight costumes for ten year old boys either needed
to be arrested as punishment or rewarded with a blowjob.  This year, Stiles had
been determined to dress up as his favorite superhero for Halloween and the
Sheriff was never able to deny his son anything—but as soon as he saw his young
son in his Spiderman costume, John knew that Halloween night was going to be
torture on him.  As the Sheriff, he always ended up on trick-or-treat duty as
chaperone for Stiles and his horde of little friends.  Lydia with her witch
costume, Isaac dressed as some sort of Pokémon or something, and Scott in his
Superman costume for the second year in a row—that must have been where Stiles
got the idea to be Spiderman from, but Scott’s costume came with a layer of
fake muscles that hid the natural curves of the boy’s body behind foam. 
Stiles’ costume had none of that, the Sheriff had made a conscious decision to
buy one that didn’t, and it certainly served its purpose. 
John stayed back near the road as the mob of children he’s responsible for run
off to each house.  He tried to tell himself that it was because at ten,
Stiles’ friends were too old to want a parent going to the houses with them,
but deep down he knew it was because Stiles always ended up at the end of the
crowd, and John couldn’t keep his eyes off the way the thin layer of fabric
curved over the round firmness of his son’s little ass.  The few brief moments
away from the children also gives John a chance to lurk in the darkness and
palm himself through his slacks unnoticed, which is the only thing keeping him
from fucking his son in the middle of the street in front of all of his
friends.
So when 9:30 pm finally rolls around, the Sheriff shuffled all the kids home as
fast as he could manage so he could finally have time alone with Stiles.
“And then there were like five houses in a row that gave out full size snicker
bars!!”  Stiles bounced around his father’s legs excitedly as the Sheriff
unlocked the front door, already a little hyped up on sugar.  John didn’t plan
to let him eat any more for a while.
“C’mon, baby boy.  Let’s get you out of that costume and then I’ll let you have
a treat.”  The invitation sounded innocent enough, but John’s cock tented in
his pants out of anticipation.
“Okay daddy.”  Stiles replied, and he ran off up the stairs in a flash with his
father following at a speed that defies his age.  They end up on Stiles’ bed,
John stretched across the twin mattress with his son’s little ass pressed
firmly against his pelvis, tickling Stiles and reveling in the high-pitched
giggle of the young boy.  Stiles squirmed on his father’s lap as he pulled the
mask off, his face red from heat and his hair damp with sweat and sticking up
at odd angles.  The Sheriff can’t resist running his hand through Stiles’ hair,
resting his palm against his son’s flushed, warm cheek.
They froze like that for a few seconds before Stiles wiggled against him
again.  “Daddy, I need your help to take it off!”  The impatience for candy in
Stiles’ voice resonated with John’s impatience for Stiles, so John just pulls
down the zipper on the back of the red and blue second skin and pulls it down,
gently peeling off the top half of the one-piece suit so that it hung loosely
around Stiles’ waist, bare from the hips up, revealing the beautiful, freckled
paleness of Stiles’ upper torso.  It’s what John has been waiting for all night
so he took the time to indulge himself, letting his large hands run over the
smooth skin of his son, down the curve of his back and over his little stomach
up to his chest, where he gently teased the dusty nub of Stiles’ nipple between
his fingers.
Stiles was patiently sitting on his father’s lap the entire time, completely
hypnotized by the Sheriff’s touch on his hot skin.  When his daddy’s hands
reached his chest, he spoke finally with a shaky voice.
“I can shoot webs now, Daddy.”
The Sheriff smiled, and pinched Stiles’ pert nipples a little harder.  “You’re
nearly out of the costume, baby boy.  You’re Peter Parker again.”
Stiles shook his head impatiently.  “Noooo, I really can.  Here, see.”
Before John could react Stiles was fidgeting his way out of the rest of the
costume until it was down around his knees, his little cock bare and hard and
out in the open (John had told Stiles that if he wore underwear, it would make
the costume look funny).  John nearly broke right there.
The only thing that kept him from losing immediate control was the image of
Stiles on his lap, almost entirely naked, flushed red and jerking himself off. 
At some point recently, Stiles must have started playing with himself and
discovered he could cum.  He probably did it plenty of times by now, stroking
himself at a jackrabbit speed in the bed John was currently laying in until his
dusty pink cockhead shot cum up his flat stomach.  And he didn’t even know what
he was doing.
Now, Stiles had his forehead pressed against his father’s shoulder as he jerked
himself as fast as his hand could manage, his voice tense and shaky.  “J-Just
wait Daddy…  I promise I can do it, i-it just takes a little time…”
That was it for John.  He gently moved Stiles back and kissed him on the lips,
able to taste the sugar and chocolate on Stiles’ tongue as he forced his own
into his son’s perfect mouth.  The Sheriff wasted no time in unbuttoning his
shirt and discarding it, still working his tongue along the curves of Stiles’
mouth, making a map so he could remember it in the nights to come—but if
everything went his way, he would have this mouth again, every night for as
long as Stiles would let him, tasting the sweetness of his beautiful son.
Stiles pulled back with a gasp like he’d been electrocuted.  He was close,
being so young and so eager he clearly was on a total hair trigger, and John
just smiled and moved his hands back to Stiles’ nipples, playing with the tiny
nubs and watching as Stiles’ face contorted in pleasure he clearly didn’t know
was possible, his cock spurting his little load of cum up John’s stomach.
“W-Woah.”  Stiles moaned, “That’s more than I’ve ever shot before!”
John couldn’t resist running a finger through the white liquid and sucking it
clean, tasting the sweetness of Stiles’ release.  Stiles looked at him
curiously, then scooped some off of John’s skin with two fingers and shoved
them both into his mouth to the knuckle.  His eyes widened. “I didn’t know it
tasted so good!”
That gave John an idea.
“Y’know, baby boy, I can shoot webs too.”  The excitement on Stiles’ face was
stunning, and soon he was bouncing on John’s lap.
“I wanna see, I wanna see!”
John grabbed Stiles by the hips—god his hands looked so big against the tiny
torso of his son—and moved him off to the side so he could shimmy out of his
pants and finally set his own hard cock free.
“Oh my gosh, it’s so big!”  Stiles was back on John’s lap immediately, wrapping
his tiny fingers around John’s considerable girth—Stiles had always been small
for his age, and John’s cock was exceptionally large, nearly the length of
Stiles’ entire forearm.  “Am I gonna be this big someday, Daddy?”
John kissed his son softly on the lips again and nodded.  “One day, baby boy,
you’re gonna be just as big as Daddy is.  You’ll shoot even more webbing too. 
But it takes a little more work to get it to come out.  I’m gonna need your
help, little guy.”
Stiles looked ecstatic at the idea of helping his dad out.  “What do I need to
do?”
In a quick motion he repositioned himself and his son so that Stiles was laying
directly in the middle of the bed with his head propped up on the pillow, and
John was straddling his chest, a muscular leg on each side of Stiles’ frail
torso.  Stiles looked up at him expectantly.
“You need to use your mouth, baby.  Just open it up as much as you can, so
Daddy can use it.  Can you do that for me?”  Stiles mouth was open before he
finished nodding, and John placed the head of his cock on his son’s pink, plump
lips.  John had thought of sinking in between these lips so many nights before,
and now his cock was leaking heavily, dripping precum over Stiles’ mouth in
anticipation.  “Just wrap your lips around the head for now, okay baby?  We’ll
start slow.”
Stiles obeyed  On instinct alone, Stiles began to lick at his father’s cockhead
nestled in his mouth like it was candy, and John shuddered out a moan and
gripped his son’s hair.  “You’re so perfect, baby.  Such a smart little boy. 
You know exactly how to make Daddy feel good.”  Stiles tried to smile around
the intrusion in his mouth, but the width was too much.  “I’m gonna put more in
your mouth now.”
Slowly John pressed into the wet, tight heat of Stiles’ mouth slipping in
slowly inch by inch, watching as Stiles repositioned a little to accommodate it
but never made a noise of complaint or showed any resistance.  John expected
Stiles to react once he’d taken as much as he could, but that moment never
came.  When John eventually stopped, it was because he felt Stiles’ nose buried
in his pubic hair.
His son had no gag reflex.
Stunned and mildly concerned, he pulled back out, watching with wonder at the
string of saliva and precum that connected his cock to Stiles’ lips.  “You
okay, baby?”
Stiles nodded and licked the slick from his lips.  “It’s a lot, but it feels
nice.  Are you ready to shoot webs now, Daddy?”
John smiled and laughed, but shook his head.  “No, baby.  Daddy needs more time
than you took.  Can I go back in your mouth now?”  Stiles responded by opening
back up, and this time John sank in to the hilt in one fluid motion.  He was
about to pull back out and start fucking his baby’s face, but Stiles had had
another stroke of genius, and was gently suckling on the Sheriff’s cock,
sucking the massive length like an oversized lollipop, and making little
pleased noises like it tasted just as good.  John just kept still with his cock
nestled in his little boy’s throat, enjoying the way it tightened and pulsed
with Stiles’ experimental sucking.  But soon, John’s resolve started to fade
away and he slipped back out til just the head rested on Stiles’ tongue before
pushing back in.  “So good, baby boy…  You’re doing perfect, my perfect little
hero.”  The praise made Stiles twice as eager in his sucking, and he actually
started pushing his head forward to take more of his daddy’s cock before John
even thrust back in.  “Daddy’s beautiful little boy…”
John was getting dangerously close at record speed, and after a couple last
firm pushes into Stiles’ mouth, he pulled back out to just the head again,
letting Stiles nurse it hungrily.
“I have a better idea, Stiles,  One that will work a lot faster for Daddy.”
Stiles dropped his head back against the pillow, his lips red and shiny and his
voice hoarse.  “Okay daddy.  I’ll help you do it faster however you want.”
Stiles’ blind acceptance of escalation nearly made John cum—he actually had to
grip onto the base of his cock to keep himself from releasing too early.  He
was too close to his dream now to finish just by using Stiles’ mouth.
Tonight, he would fuck his son.
“I need you to suck on Daddy’s fingers just like you did with his cock, okay
baby?”
He didn’t even wait for Stiles’ nod before pushing three fingers into his boy’s
mouth, watching with intense pleasure as Stiles suckled on his fingers just as
eagerly as he had his daddy’s cock, looking up at him with those big brown
eyes, so eager to please.
“Okay that’s good.  Now turn over, Stiles.”
Stiles flipped onto his stomach, his ass sticking out in the air, so round and
beautiful and open for him.  John could see the little pucker of Stiles’ hole
when he teased a spit-slicked fingertip against it.  “This might be a little
uncomfortable to start, baby boy, but it’ll feel really good once I have you
nice and stretched.  So I need you to be patient.”
“Oka—aah!”  Stiles was interrupted by one of his father’s fingers slipping into
his virgin hole.  The little pucker tightened around John’s knuckle, and he
couldn’t tear his gaze away from his perfect little boy’s ass, not with it
swallowing him up so readily.
It took a few minutes for Stiles to relax around the intrusion, but once John
felt the tenseness around his digit subside, he gave his finger an experimental
pull, his heart beating hard in his chest as his finger slipped back out, then
in, fingering his little boy nice and slow.
Stiles was quiet, though, his face curled into the pillow, but John didn’t let
that stop him.  He pushed in a little farther, pulled back out a little faster,
and hooked his finger inside his boy to help start to ease the muscle open. 
That’s when Stiles finally reacted.
“Daaaaaaddy.”
The noise was 100% pleasure, and John took that as a cue to push in a second
finger.  “You’re doing so good, Stiles, taking Daddy’s fingers so well.  Does
it feel good yet, baby?”
Stiles nodded, though his eyes were shut tight.  “Oh, daddy….”
In just under five more minutes, John had three fingers inside Stiles’ heat and
was easily spreading them open, and Stiles, perfect, eager Stiles, was pushing
back on them.
“More, Daddy.  Please, I need something more.”
John stroked Stiles’ hair with his free hand.  “The only thing more is Daddy’s
cock.  Do you think you’re ready for it, baby?”
Stiles nodded like he’d trade all of his Halloween candy away if it meant
having a dick inside of him.  “Please Daddy, I need it.  I need more.  You s-
said I was perfect, I-I was so good, I can do it, I promise!  Pleaaaase!”
John didn’t have the heart to deny his son after begging so beautifully.  There
was no way John was going to risk hurting Stiles though, so he made sure to
lube up heavily, fingering some into Stiles and coating his own cock in a thick
layer to make the slip in easier.  “Okay, Stiles, I need to you relax as much
as you can.  Daddy’s cock is a lot bigger than his fingers.  Just stay calm,
and breathe, okay baby?”
And with that warning, The Sheriff lined his cock up with his son’s hole and
started to push.  The resistance was still so much it took more work than
Sheriff expected to get his cockhead through the tight ring of muscle, but once
the initial block was breached, he sank into the exquisite tightness of Stiles
with surprising ease.  Stiles’ little voice cried out as the Sheriff felt his
pelvis meat with the firmness of Stiles’ ass, his entire length buried in his
boy.
Stiles would need time to adjust, and to be honest the tight hotness of being
inside his boy’s body was enough for John for the time being, so he gently
wrapped himself around his little boy, holding him close and kissing his
shoulder, his neck, his hair, any inch of Stiles he could reach with his mouth.
“That was perfect, Stiles.  You’re doing great, you’re okay.  I’m gonna wait
until you feel okay before I keep going.”
Stiles nodded, his breathing uneven.  They lay like that for some time, the
Sheriff just getting harder inside his boy’s ass and Stiles looking frail and
so small underneath him.  But eventually, Stiles moaned.  “Daaaaaaddy.  I-It
feels so good now…”
John wrapped his arms around Stiles’ chest and pulled out slowly, kissing
Stiles on the lips so he could swallow the moan that broke out of his boy when
he pushed back in.  It was hands down the best Halloween treat John had ever
received, and if Stiles’ reactions were anything to go off of, his son’s best
as well.
In no time at all John was pumping steadily into Stiles, who had gone weak and
lax against the mattress, mumbling brokenly into the pillow. “Daddy Daddy Daddy
Daddy.” Stiles repeated his mantra with each thrust, and each weak repetition
made John that much closer to his own orgasm.
“I love you so much, Stiles.  My little Spider-boy.”
Stiles responded by cumming untouched, shooting his second small load over the
sheets underneath him.  As Stiles rode out his orgasm, his ass clenched
deliciously around John’s cock, and it soon became clear that he would not be
able to stop himself from cumming this time.
He pulled out (earning a frustrated groan from Stiles) and flipped his boy onto
his back, kneeling over him and jerking off furiously, gripping the headboard
with his free hand to keep from collapsing as he shook and tensed as he got
nearer and nearer to completion.
“You did so good, baby.”  John gasped just as everything went white hot inside
him and he came, thick and hot and sticky all over Stiles’ flushed face,
getting white threads of his release into his little boy’s hair, dripping off
those long dark eyelashes, splattered across that cute button nose and striping
Stiles’ beautiful, full lips.  Stiles immediately licked what he could into his
mouth and swallowed it down.
“Daddy makes even more,” He mumbled, “And it tastes even better…”
Stiles look exhausted as John rolled onto the mattress and pulled Stiles on top
of him, going back and forth between licking his face clean and kissing his own
cum into his son’s mouth.  The way Stiles moaned in his arms gave it all
away—this was his boy’s new favorite treat, and he was absolutely hooked.
Once Stiles’ face was nearly clean he rested his head on his father’s bare
chest.  “Love you, Daddy.”  He was asleep before the Sheriff could say it back.
“God, Stiles.”  John groaned.  He kissed his son’s sweat-damp forehead.  There
would have to be a bath time tomorrow morning, but that would be a perfect way
to give Stiles another treat—because Stiles may have been hooked, but John
would never be able to resist again.
 
End Notes
     this one was a little too much fun to write. Lord help me.
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