yooo I read Does it Worry You to Be Alone by @morallydubiousfics (again) and I was like ‘I wanna write something to this’ so I did without asking and if she doesn’t like it I put it down again :O but if she does I’ll post it to AO3 as well 🙂
also there’s formatting things in there because I’m too lazy rn to sort them out and do it right 😛
Tryin’ it
“No, no, no. He doesn’t like it like that. Go slower.”
Isaac’s groan quickly climbed into a high, pathetic whine. He squeezed his eyes shut and hunched over, forehead pressing against the Sheriff’s shoulder blades. He could feel the warm, sucking hole rippling around his cock at the kid’s angry lecturing and really, he just wanted to keep rabbit fucking into the man because this was heaven and the base of his cock already felt tender with the beginnings of a knot.
If Stiles was there, however, they all better do <i>exactly</i> how the little king wished because they wouldn’t hear the end of it.
“Such a good, pretty Omega,” he mumbled, trying to calm the low, rumbling whine starting to vibrate beneath him just as much as his own racing blood.
He glanced over at Stiles but the kid was still glaring at him, skinny arms crossed over his chest as if he wasn’t tenting his little boy shorts with his cock.
“Dude, c’mon.”
Scott’s voice was starting to sound a little strained. His hips were hunching up into the fist he’d curled around his cock, feverish eyes locked on the Sheriff’s flushed face. Isaac could only imagine how the Omega’s slick lips were mouthing mindlessly at his own, salty skin.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Boyd practically cooed, knee walking a little closer to offer up his own cock for the Sheriff. It still was a jolt to the system to hear Boyd like that. Deep voice a soothing purr that the Omega followed in blind need, mouth open and welcoming for the big teen cock slowly inching inside.
Isaac could still feel the phantom pains in his lip from the day he decided making fun of Boyd would be a good idea, so he kept quiet and just murmured his own, mindless praise, knowing how well the Sheriff reacted to it.
As stoic and no-nonsense the man was in his job and outside of heat, as needy he seemed to be for the little reassurances when he was going out of his mind with need, sweaty back arching gorgeously to put his ass on the right height.
His rim looked pink and slick around Isaac’s dick when he finally managed to kneel back up again, staring down at the warm slit in dumb awe. He still couldn’t believe how <i>good</i> it felt. Always welcoming and creamy with slick; so sensitive to the touch, the whole big body shivered when they rubbed their rough teen fingers against it. Sweaty with nerves and eagerness to test whether the Omega was ready for them. Whether they were allowed to finally get him out of the last stitches of fabric to service him under the watchful gaze of his son.
“Fuck,” Derek murmured, and when Stiles glowered at him, he scowled and rumbled a rough, “Sorry” because if Stiles wasn’t allowed to swear, they weren’t as well. His big hands with those hairy knuckles were gentle as they rubbed along the broad back of their Omega. Made him keen against Boyd’s skin and nuzzle deeper into his crotch, mouth open and wet as he placed little thankful kisses against the big Alpha’s balls.
“Godda-” Derek stops himself just in time, but he still is almost trembling with urgency as his big hands grip the Sheriff’s sturdy hips and pull. “Get him on his back. I need to… I need…”
Isaac honest to fucking god <i>sobs</i> when his dick slips out of the warm clutch of the Sheriff’s body as he gets rearranged by Derek’s greedy hands, but it is drowned out by the Omega’s own cry of distress, low and wrecked and going right to the Alphas’ guts.
“Careful!!” Stiles hisses in alarm and suddenly he’s a lot closer because Scott can’t do his fucking duty and keep the little Alpha at bay. (Because he’s busy fucking his own fist at the sight of the big, sturdy Omega stretched out for their pleasure, practically glowing in the midst of his heat, the smell of his creamy slick making them all drunk with the need to <i>breed</i> him.)
“You’re okay, dad. He’ll be back in a sec, okay? Fill you up like you need.” He’s babbling, his little boy hands framing his dad’s scruffy, sweaty face. He’s pressing his forehead against his father’s, staring into glassy, feverish eyes and Isaac wonders wildly whether he can smell cum on his dad’s breath. Smell the cock he’s been nursing on just a second ago.
They’re all too out of it to pull Stiles away like they usually do. Isaac doesn’t give a fuck if the kid would rub his little dick all over the Sheriff’s face, to be honest. All he wants is to get back into the warm slit of his hole and fuck him deep and fast. Make him feel that he’s not alone like the past years. That he has Alphas that take excellent care of their pretty Omega, thankyouverymuch.
The Sheriff doesn’t look like he minds a lot as well, when his son keeps sitting there and stroking his hair even as Boyd and Derek close back in on him; one gently tapping his big cock against his panting mouth and flushed cheeks until he’s coordinated enough to suck him into his dreadfully empty mouth again, the other finally able to get his hands over the front of their Omega, fingers playing with the tight peaks of his nipples.
Derek is rumbling low in his throat – not even words, just a soothing growl that has the Sheriff answer with a ragged sound of need, his hairy thighs falling open wider around Isaac’s hips.
When he nudges back in and starts moving – slow, so fucking slow because if Stiles thinks they’re not doing it right, the little brat makes them all stop so he can check his father over with clumsy, concerned hands that make the Omega only more desperate – everything seems to relax again.
The Sheriff sighs and opens back up for botch cocks beautifully, eyes slits of satisfaction as both grateful holes suckle them in and hold them warm.
Derek is petting his chest and then his belly, not concave and creamy like they see from other Omegas in the advertising, but thick with trained muscle and a little furry, the hair on his navel getting sticky from his own cock lying there thick and hard and regretfully untouched until now.
Stiles just sits and stares, small mouth dropped open as he watches Derek bend down and press a loving kiss right on the tip of the Sheriff’s dick, a band of clear pre-cum stretching between his lower lip and the small slit as he pulls away to let Scott nuzzle in as well when the Alpha finally registers that his Stiles-watching-duty has fallen on the wayside.
The Sheriff is rumbling in satisfaction between all of them, stretched out and getting petted wherever their hands can reach and from what Isaac can see through the mating fog in his head, Stiles looks to be content with them for once, not bossing anyone around – just sitting next to his daddy’s head and mindlessly petting his short hair while he watches everyone doing their best to make his father stop hurting.
Isaac’s head falls back and he just ignores everyone for a bit as he fucks the Sheriff in painfully slow strokes, feeling the wet drag of his clutching insides along his cock, and it takes a little while for him to zone back in on what was happening around him. On how Boyd had taken to just scritching the Omega beneath his chin and crooning affectionate nonsense at him while Derek and Scott sit with their hands idly petting the Sheriff, as they sit and watch in hypnotic curiosity as… as…
Isaac comes to an abrupt halt, hips snuggled up to the welcoming V of the Sheriff’s thighs as he realizes what’s happening.
How the Sheriff’s kid has his little dick out of the fly of his shorts and is feeding it to his father. How the Omega makes low, hungry noises in the back of his throat like he’s sucking one of <i>their</i> Alpha cocks.
Isaac wonders if the Sheriff even realizes what he’s doing. How he lets his little Alpha son fuck across his tongue while he holds he fists his dad’s short hair and grits his teeth.
He looks like one of them when he’s fucking, Isaac realizes in a sudden burst of camaraderie. Stiles can fuck like one of the big ones, hips rolling as he feeds daddy his cock, and Isaac thinks smugly that obviously he’s learned from the best.
Still, the kid comes fast and messy as he pulls back with a spastic jerk of his hips and manages to slick his thin cum across his dad’s lips and chin.
Isaac is surprised and dismayed to realize while watching he knotted without even realizing it; the base of his dick fat and juicy and lodged tightly inside the Omega, filling him up with one of the most unsatisfying orgasms Isaac’s yet had. Leave it to the fucking brat to ruin even his orgasms. Still, feeling the Sheriff ripple around him and practically purring at the feeling of getting his belly warmed, is more than making up for it.
They’re moving again, slow and clumsy, eyes fixed on the mess on their Omega’s face until Scott bends slow and licks it away in broad stripes before kissing the Sheriff deep and desperate.
They wonder if he’ll even remember sucking his teenage son’s dick. Stiles looks dazed and has a stupid grin on his face. It feels like a dam might’ve been broken and Isaac wonders, as he bends down and starts suckling on the Omega’s puffy nipples, what the resulting flood might bring.
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