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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Sheriff_Stilinski_&_Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski, Scott_McCall, Liam_Dunbar
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Underage_Sex, Daddy_Kink, Anxiety, Crying
      Stiles, Drunkenness, Oral_Sex, Hand_Jobs, Kissing, Loss_of_Virginity,
      Virgin_Stiles_Stilinski, Come_Swallowing, Multiple_Orgasms, Anal_Sex,
      Anal_Fingering, Lust, Comfort, Sleeping_Together
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-03 Words: 3896
****** There is a place where I don’t feel alone ******
by StilesHale91
Since a while everything sped up, maybe it all started when the boy’s best
friend turned into a werewolf, when all those other creatures appeared in
Beacon Hills or when he was possessed by an evil spirit, he couldn’t tell what
exactly caused this but the feeling he was having for months now was slowly
choking him. Stiles noticed how he barely spent time at home, how the pack
consumed almost all of his time, beside school. Apart from his constant anxiety
which functioned like a rollercoaster, never disappearing, only becoming less
or more bearable, he had a reoccurring thought, or more than just a thought,
some would call it a problem. What he really missed from his life was someone.
When he was away at school or with his friends, when he had few seconds to go
deep in his thoughts, he often recalled his father’s voice how he said, ‘I miss
talking to you. It's like we never have time.’. How true it was now, when
Stiles didn’t talk more to him than greetings and alerting him about a possible
danger. As the brunette boy was driving his jeep, with Scott on the passenger’s
seat facing the window tiredly, Liam asleep on the backseat, he just realized
he talked more to everyone, even his teachers than his own father. Stiles had
Scott, and all the others to talk to but his father? Apart from his colleagues,
no one. Every single time when Stiles stayed out with his friends, and his
father was home, he was all alone. It wasn’t only a guilt what Stiles felt, but
the urge to rather stay home, to finally talk to his dad, spend time with him
like they once used to. He parked down at Liam’s house, shaking the boy awake
and waited till he get out of the jeep, a deep sigh leaving his mouth.
“I think, I might stay home for a few days.” He held tight onto the wheel
before he was about to step on the gas pedal feeling Scott’s palm squeezing his
shoulder lightly. “It’s just…maybe a little too much…I need to..just..ahm…” He
rubbed his eyes with his shaky hands as if he’d be tired but he just wiped the
tears away quickly before they’d have ran down on his cheek.
“Sure…no need to explain yourself.” Scott said with worry in his voice, but as
he looked at his friend he realized he’s only human, he needed time to relax,
all what’s happening around them could be maybe too much for the boy sometimes.
He tended to forget about his friend’s mortality as Stiles was one of the
greatest member of the pack, with his smartness, logic, braveness.
Once Stiles was on the porch of his house, he glanced at the time on his phone,
2am. Another evening talk missed with his father, the boy carefully slipped the
key into the hole, entering the house as quiet as it’s possible. He leaned
against the closed entrance door and slipped down onto his bum wrapping his
arms tight around his legs, breaking out into tears, he was too loud, he was
selfish, knowing his father will hear him, but he wanted him to come down, to
hug him. His crying was going on for a while, soon turning more panicked when
at a point it sounded like he was crying his soul out with the painful
whimpering when he eventually heard the creaking of the wooden floor as his
father was rushing downstairs. No one could comfort him like his father, once
those strong arms were wrapped tight around him, Stiles clang onto him, burying
his face onto his father’s chest. His whole body was shaking from the sobbing,
but the way his father was shushing him, rocking him gently, calmed him down to
stop the crying.
“Stiles, what’s wrong?” The low voice made Stiles body shiver slightly in sheer
happiness, he held tight onto his father sniffling.
“I want to stay home dad, for a few days, with you.” He gulped wiping his tears
with the side of his palm. He knew it was selfish to ask, his father was the
sheriff but he wanted him to be home. “It’s too much lately for me, people
dying, all the supernatural things…” He mumbled while few more salty tears ran
down on his cheek.
“You know I can’t take days off kiddo.” The sheriff exhaled slowly, as he began
to stroke his son’s upper arm, Stiles felt his stomach jumping from the warm
feeling which spread inside his stomach, he craved to be hugged like this, by
his father, smelling his after shave, hearing his breathing what he felt
against his skin. “But on the weekend I’ll be home, and I’ll try not to stay
too long at the police station tomorrow, alright?” Stiles sniffled again but
eventually nodded. When his father pulled away from the hug he wished they
could have just stayed like that for longer. He walked upstairs to his room
with his father’s arm wrapped around his shoulder, he’s so in need of a good
sleep but he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep all alone. When Stiles lied down
on his bed he glanced at his father who sat down at the edge of it, sending
shivers along Stiles’ spine as the older male stroked his forehead. But just
when he saw his father was about to get up he lightly held onto his arm.
“I’m so sorry dad…I barely even talked to you for years now, there were days
when I didn’t even see you…I…I really miss you.” More tears soon covered the
teenage boy’s cheek but breathed up relieved as his father scooted onto the bed
beside him. The young boy immediately wrapped his arms around his father as he
was crying more, feeling the sheriff tucking them in with the blanket. He was
so carrying towards him, like no one else.
“Sshh, it’s alright Stiles. I’m here. There’s no need to apologize for
anything. I have an amazing son, I couldn’t ask for more.”
Stiles only cried harder after hearing that, because he knew he wasn’t. He
snuggled as tight as he could to his father, he enjoyed how that strong palm
was fondling his back and arm, goosebumps appearing all along the boy’s body.
What if his father would know what he truly felt? He’d definitely not think he
has an amazing son. He’d be disgusted and maybe would never ever talk to him
again. Stiles felt his stomach jumping from the warmth of his father’s body,
which he felt with his skinny arms near him. Now more tears burst out of him,
his father shushing him gently as if he’d be five again, but the reason now
Stiles was crying was because of the bulge in his underwear, the physical
contact of the hugging, stroking, and cuddling made him erect within seconds.
When he missed his dad all those times spent away from home, deep down in a
well-hidden part of his mind, he knew it was more than a usual father son
relationship on his side. He craved to be hugged, to be held by his father, but
he was always dragged away by the pack, or too much homework to finally let
these emotions break free and flow along his body and mind. But now he let it
all go, which caused most of his anxiety. Stiles stopped crying out of
exhaustion, he wished to be touched, his father to take care of him, to feel
those firm hands along his own soft skin, but the pain of the fact it was
unlikely to ever happen made him to stop thinking about it as he’d never stop
crying otherwise. He rested his head on his father’s chest, he clearly heard
the steady heart beating, how his chest was lightly moving as he was breathing,
Stiles wouldn’t feel more safe with Scott, Kira, Liam or any strong
supernatural creature more than he felt right in his father’s protecting arms.
The morning was bittersweet, he could still feel his father’s scent, but the
space beside Stiles was empty. Even though he had a worked up evening he was in
a rather good mood now, thinking back how he slept in the bed with his father,
just like back then when he was little. He crawled closer to the side of the
bed where his father lied, hugging onto the pillow as Stiles was lazily on his
belly. After inhaling in the familiar scent of the aftershave, he felt his
morning erection rising up within seconds against the bedsheet. He reached his
hand down to unzip his jeans and pushed it down till his knees, pressing his
crotch against the mattress needy. He didn’t even check the time, if his father
was still home maybe, he was needy to come, imagining as if his father would be
still there, holding him tight to himself, to kiss his strong chest. Stiles
rolled onto his back, getting rid of his underwear now as well, he was so hard,
as he was rubbing himself, his legs spread open, he was making whimpering
noises, like he always did. He ran his finger onto the wet tip of his cock
using it as a lubricant, as he began to wank himself in a faster pace.
“Ahh…dad…” He panted as he sped up his thrusts into his own fist, opening his
eyes right away as he heard oncoming footsteps, knowing it couldn’t be anyone
else but his dad, he was so close right now, it felt so good that he just
couldn’t and being honest to himself he didn’t want to stop at all. “Dad….dad…”
Stiles whimpered louder, hearing the footsteps came so close his father must
have heard and maybe even saw him, but he was too shy to open his eyes. As he
came he imagined his father’s rough hand was wrapped around his twitching cock.
“Daddy…” He cried out on his veiled voice as he reached his orgasm, right after
opening his eyes, just as he saw the back of his father who was leaving
downstairs. He saw him, heard him. Stiles didn’t say a word just remained on
his bed while he heard the front door being shut, right after he hurried to the
window watching his father drive away in the police car. He was scared. What if
this was the last time he’s seen him? If he won’t come back? Or if he will,
will he talk to him, look at him?
The rest of the day was a living nightmare, Stiles felt his anxiety got the
best of him. His father said he’ll hurry back home, but it was 11 pm and he was
nowhere. Was it because of him? Stiles walked up and down nervously in the
living room, both of his arms shaking, he kept checking his phone like every
minute but there was nothing. He felt how he's soaked through his favourite
orange t-shirt from the way he was sweating, but he didn’t want to go for a
shower, he was way too worked up for that, he pulled on his blue pyjama pants,
it had an elastic waistband but still it kept slipping down, no wonder as
Stiles didn’t have a good appetite for a while now. His heart skipped a beat
when he heard the clanking noise from the front door, it took a while for his
father to come inside, Stiles immediately noticing he was drunk. It was all his
fault, Stiles knew, he remained there watching as his father closed the door
eventually and stepped out of his shoes.
“Hello kiddo.” He said with a bit of difficulty due to his drunkenness. Stiles
didn’t care if with a clear mind his father would have ignored him or would
snap at him, he was glad and relieved enough that he was home and that he
greeted him as if nothing would have happened.
“Hi..dad.” Stiles’ eyes followed the man in his early fifties, going over to
the kitchen where after a while of searching through the cupboards the sheriff
sat down at the kitchen table with the whiskey bottle. Under normal
circumstances Stiles would have asked his father if everything was alright or
what happened but he knew the reason why he was doing this, was him. Stiles. It
was always him. Was he really ruining his life? Was he killing him? Stiles knew
these were all part of his hallucination at the party but what if it was true?
If this was how his father exactly felt? He quietly walked out to the kitchen,
barefoot, and leaned against the doorframe holding his eyes on his father as he
kept pouring and slurping the whiskey from the glass. He was waiting patiently
while he was struggling with his tears, not wanting to cry again, his father
had enough problems right now, the least he needed to take care of his crying
son. When his father pushed himself up from the table, the brunette boy hurried
up to him, letting his father wrap his arm around his shoulder, he tightly held
onto him, as the sheriff was barely able to walk. Stiles wasn’t strong at all,
but he gathered all his willingness and strength to help his father up to his
room without dropping him. As they were finally in his father’s room Stiles
carefully lied him down onto the bed, sitting hesitantly at the edge of his
bed.
“Dad..”
“Yes?”
“Can I stay for the night?” He asked while his stomach was doing somersaults as
he was so scared from the answer.
“Of course, son.”
Stiles bit onto his lower lip when he heard him calling him ‘son’ and that he
could stay. He crawled up onto the bed, gulping as he ran his eyes on his
father’s outfit, he was so good looking,however Stiles worried about the badge
on his shirt, he didn’t want it to cause any harm on him as he’d turn in his
sleep so he shyly slipped his long fingers onto the buttons of the shirt,
undoing them in a rush, gasping as he saw his father’s chest, he felt how the
bulge appeared under his pyjama pants, and he felt panicked as his father was
looking at him now.
“I’ll help you out of your pants daddy.” Stiles said on a hoarse voice, can’t
really helping it. First he undid the black belt, when he reached the zipper,
his hands were shaking even more, trying hard not to touch anything more,
eventually he pulled down the twill pants, putting them aside onto a chair
beside the bed, thankfully his father moved out of his shirts so he didn’t have
to bother with that, putting it aside as well. As the boy glanced back at his
father he felt how badly his cock was throbbing inside his own pants, from the
view, he ran his curious eyes first on his father’s muscular hairy thighs, then
his black boxer, before he looked higher onto his strong chest, with the slight
gray hair on it. He was about to snuggle up to him when he remembered his
soaked t-shirt. “Dad…I..I take my shirts off..it’s just rather sweaty.” He
whispered quickly taking it off before he cuddled up to his father, who was
reeking of the whiskey. “Daddy…”
“Yes, Stiles?”
“Did…did you see me this morning?” Stiles asked as his voice was trembling and
however his father was drunk the way he looked at him seemed like he was still
clear enough to understand what he asked, but he didn’t answer, just looked at
him with a sort of sad or worried eyes. “I’m so sorry dad.” Stiles couldn’t
help now to let out a whimper as his father wrapped an arm around him. “I
really want it..” He said now struggling with his tears and his control failed
him again as tears began to roll down on his pale cheek, his father reaching
out to wipe it off with his thumb before he pulled his son into a tight hug.
“Please daddy…” Stiles sniffled as his body was trembling from the crying and
his neediness as well. The brunette boy gasped when he felt his father’s hand
trailing down onto his arse cheek, causing him to moan like he never did
before. “Dad…” He whimpered on a high pitched voice tone calming down as his
father shushed him and Stiles clang onto him tight, pressing his erection
against his father’s thigh. Was he really alright with it? Or was it just
because of the alcohol? What will happen in the morning? However right then
Stiles didn’t want to think about what will happen next but rather cared about
what was happening right then. When he felt his father’s hand cupping his
erection through his soaked pyjama pants, the joy filled his mind and body, he
wasn’t thinking just quickly pushed his pants down till his knees, his firm
erection hitting against his belly. There was a smaller pause but the boy’s
body quivered in the moment when his father began to rub his cock. Stiles
lowered his head hungrily licking at his father’s chest, he knew there was no
reason to be shy any longer, he tasted so good. Not long after with all the
thrusting into his father’s fist, the teenage boy cried up, being overwhelmed
of his orgasm, he shot his load onto his father’s chest. He heard his father’s
lower short groan, sending goosebumps over the young boy’s back as he knew he
was enjoying it just as much like him. Stiles reached over his bedside table
pulling out some Kleenex to clean his father’s chest. His whole body was still
shaky from the intense orgasm, and only could talk with pauses as he was
breathing fast like that. Stiles bit onto his lower lip as he saw his father’s
massive erection, hesitating what he should do about that. Eventually Stiles
lowered his head down and pressed a gentle kiss on the tip of his father’s
cock, quickly looking up to see his father was panting just like him. “I
want…to make you feel good too, dad.” Stiles pressed his tongue tight against
the slit, licking off the pre-cum which kept dripping out of it. He just came
but already felt his cock twitching as he slowly took his father’s dick inside
his mouth. The groans his father was making made Stiles so hard within second,
he wished he could feel his father’s thick cock up in his ass, but he was happy
enough to enjoy sucking him, slowly, exploring its surface all over with his
full lips and tongue. He took him fully, pressing his nose into the bushy pubic
hair where he sniffed the musky scent in, can’t holding himself back to not
start to jerk off while he was pleasuring his dad with his mouth.
“God…Stiles…”
The teenage boy moaned against his father’s throbbing cock, sucking on him
faster while he used his thin fingers to massage his father’s hairy bally,
sucking on them too, he wanted to do everything at once, try all the things
he’s been fantasizing of. He wrapped his lips back around his father’s cock
sucking on him faster, feeling the tip of his cock hitting against his throat,
he enjoyed how his dad was stroking his sweaty curls. It wasn’t rough like most
of the porn Stiles watched but so intimate and gentle. ‘Daddy come for me.’
Stiles thought not actually saying it as his mouth was full. He closed his eyes
down tight when he felt the warm load of cum hitting against his throat, it was
a lot, he swallowed it all down eagerly, humming as his father reached down to
stroke his cheek.
When Stiles woke up in the morning, he was afraid he’ll be alone in the bed,
but once he opened his eyes he smiled, snuggling back up to his father who was
still asleep. The brunette boy leaned onto his elbow resting his eyes on his
father a bit before he pressed a kiss onto his cheek, blinking once he opened
his eyes, gulping nervously about his reaction. He hoped he at least
remembered, it would have been horrible if he wouldn’t.
“You alright, kiddo?”
“Yes dad.” Stiles said quietly breathing up relieved as he felt his father’s
hand stroking his back then arse as well gently. He remembered then, the boy
glanced up, his heartbeat going faster. “I’m still virgin…and I…” He felt more
self-effacing now that his father wasn’t drunk he could just say no to him or
eventually ask him to stop this sick game of Stiles, but it wasn’t a game for
him, it was way more than that. Even though he didn’t have to say anything
more, his pulse rising when his father’s lips met his, gulping as he hungrily
kissed him back, he could taste the whiskey on him. His dick throbbed once he
felt his father pulling down his pyjama pants, Stiles lying now all naked
beside him.
“Are you sure you want it?” Stiles immediately nodded, pressing his lips back
against his father’s, trying his best to kiss decently, as he didn’t have much
experience with it. Stiles rolled onto his chest while he watched his father
pulling a lube out of his drawer and waited for him while he was already making
light thrust into the mattress.
“I so want it daddy.” Stiles spread his legs and reached down pulling his pale
arse cheek apart with some moles on them. He let out a gasp when his father’s
finger was pushed inside him, his whole face flushing. “Hmmm yes please,
more…dad..please.” Stiles buried his face onto his father’s pillow, moaning
against it when his father adjusted one, then another finger, pushing the three
in and out of him. Stiles was groaning needy as he wanted more, he wanted his
father to fuck him, to feel him deep inside him. He held tight onto the
mattress when he felt the wet tip of his father’s cock against his little hole,
groaning as he felt it being thrust inside him, deeper and deeper. He didn’t
want his father to wait or let him adjust, he kept pushing his bum back till he
felt his father’s lap pressed tight against his arse cheeks. Each thrust felt
so heavenly, his father exactly knew what felt good to his son, Stiles was
moaning and sweating the way he felt his father’s hard dick hitting his
prostate again and again, making him to come even without touching himself onto
the bedsheet, he couldn’t hold himself anymore and fell flat on the bed onto
his belly, holding tight onto the pillow as his father was fucking him into the
mattress in a fast pace. He wanted this every day to be taken care of his
father. Stiles closed his eyes down when a last harsh thrust came, his father
coming deep inside him, then lied on top of him, he shifted a little so his
father could wrap his strong arms around his thin torso. “I love you dad.”
“I love you too, son.”
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