Cuckolding. Tonight is Scott and Stiles marriage, still virgin for this occasion, after the ceremony is the big night and the Sheriff is there to make it Official. As the bull he will be the first and only men that will be inside Scott. Stiles didn’t trust anyone with his kink so what better way to keep in the family, Scott loves Stiles but he always had a connection with the sheriff and poor sheriff wanted to say no but how can he said no to that piece of ass. It’s only the beginning for them.
This is my longest fill yet, it ended up being just over 5k so I put it under a read more so it does clog up any dashes.
I Now Pronounce You : Scott/Sheriff
A weekend holiday away was supposed to bring surprise and adventure, but this wasn’t the kind that Scott had thought of. Covered under a blanket in the dim light of the lamp the two lay in bed. Cuddling and talking. Not unlike they usually did but this was something more. It was different this time. Instead of their day, or any other normal thing they would have to talk about they were talking about something big.
Marriage. But not just marriage. It was marriage and a plea. One that Scott could never have seen coming. Not only did he want to get married. He wanted Scott to get fucked by his Dad, his future father-in-law, the Sheriff. And on their wedding night no less. Stiles was slow and deliberate with his words, explaining it all to him with care. Something that Stiles usually wasn’t the most apt at.
There wasn’t any flailing of limbs or darting eyes. Just a subtle foot tap and a bitten lip, just like it when they had the first conversation that would have changed their lives together. The one that made them admit their feelings out in the open. Scott was nervous about what he was saying, it didn’t make the most sense to him but he wanted Stiles to be happy.
“Babe.. Trust me..” Stiles reached out and cupped Scott’s cheek. “I’m telling the truth here I… I want this.”
“I know you say that but… Are you sure?” Scott asked him again. He honestly couldn’t believe what Stiles had just said. He knew there was a reason that they had never had sex yet but to be told now, and why? It was mind boggling.
“100 percent. I was nervous to tell you and honestly thought you’d kick me in the balls and tell me to fuck myself but… I trust you, and more importantly I trust him. There isn’t anyone else in the world that I would want to share this with. I want him to be the first..” Stiles cuddled in closer to Scott and kissed him gently. “And who knows… mayyybe if you like it.. We could.. You know.. Keep it going?”
Scott’s eyes opened wide. He had just managed to get his head around the first part but now adding on this Scott got confused all over again.
“Okay… Looks like I lost you again..” Stiles smiled softly and then started to explain again. He started to share his dirty little secret with Scott. About his desire and need for it. He had held it in for so long but now telling Scott about it was like a weight off his shoulders.
There were so many new words being thrown around, Stiles had obviously spent a lot of time looking at this. Scott felt guilty about not knowing about it sooner. Bull, Cuck, Sub, Dom, Voyeur. Some of them Scott knew already but others were a complete mystery. After they had laid there for a while and talked it through Scott thought he finally understood.
“So.. you want to watch other guys fuck me, and you want to hear about it too. But before that you want your Dad to fuck me.. On our wedding night?”
“Exactly!” Stiles said excitedly. He hadn’t expected Scott to take it as well as he had. Granted he was still confused and a bit apprehensive but it was better than breaking up with him and walking out.
“Let me think about it babe.. It’s a lot to take in..” Scott told him honestly. It was a lot and he had to spend some time thinking about what he was going to do with all this new information.
“Okay.. there’s no rush! I can wait.” Stiles nodded and started to move Scott around, he reached around and started to cuddle the other tighter as they went to bed.
It was a few days between hearing Stiles’ thoughts and deciding on what he wanted to do. It was the day they were meant to go back to Beacon Hills and Scott had made up his mind now. Whether it was the people pleaser in Scott that wanted Stiles to be happy or the fact that somewhere deep down he may have wanted the man himself he agreed.
“But what about your dad?” Scott asked him, the thought only now occurring to him. Would the Sheriff agree? Would he even like Scott like that? What did he like? What would he say?
“Just leave pops to me.” The human replied confidently as he hugged Scott tightly and jumped up and down with emotions.
Stiles’ grin was plastered to his face for the next week. With one down all Stiles needed to do was convince his father. That was going to have to take a little bit of work. But now he had the perfect opportunity to do it.
It was the end of the big engagement party. The group were all surprised when the pair came back engaged. Apart from a few of their friends no one really had suspected that they would be coming back with rings.
They all gathered at the Stilinski house, with only the two named men there it was the perfect thing to bring some more life into the walls. Throughout the entire night Scott and Stiles were the centre of attention. They managed to divide and conquer. Between their friends, family and teachers, bosses, neighbours, and well wishers there were a lot of people. All of them wanted to congratulate the couple. Some were there to tease Scott about his choice in partner. But it still was a happy night for all of them
Once everyone had left the house it was finally time for Stiles to put his plan into motion. Stiles knew that John had had a few drinks by now. He gave them to him after all. This was a celebration so Stiles laying off the health rules for one night was heaven for the older man.
“So Dad. I know that you’ve agreed to officiate the ceremony but there was one other thing that I need to ask you..” Stiles caught his father’s attention, the drunk man frowned back at him.
“Alright, what is it son?”
Stiles brought John over the couch. Taking a seat across from him so they could speak properly. “Well it’s.. I know it’s going to sound strange and weird but.. I need to ask you because you’re the only one I trust.”
John’s curiosity began to rapidly climb, rising up with each word and each pause in Stiles’ phrase.
“You see.. It turns out there’s this really old wolf thing that Scott needs to do..”
“Right. It’s nothing dangerous is it?”
“No! It’s nothing bad or dangerous like that it’s just something he needs to do ….. On our wedding night.”
“This isn’t going to be slaughtering anything is it? Because we both spoke to the place and they said --”
“What? No! It’s not that it’s that… well… Someone else needs to fuck Scott on our marriage before me… and I want it to be you.”
John choked on his breath and sputtered. At first he thought it was the drink but when he looked at the other’s eyes he learned everything he needed to. Stiles was serious, and not the faking it type serious. This was real.
“What!? You can’t possibly think that.. Why?”
“Because I trust you and if it has to happen then I want it to be with someone I completely trust. I wouldn’t be asking you if there was any other way! It’s some weird old wolfy thing and it has to be you” Stiles started to plead.
“Please Dad…. it doesn’t have to be anything extravagant. Thrust a bit here, finger a bit there. Fuck his fat ass, dump and go.”
John was shocked by Stiles’ language but was too far gone to even comment on that, there were more pressing matters at hand. Like what his son was saying about his fiance. With what he was hearing even the lawful John couldn’t help but picture Scott’s ass. He had never paid much attention to it before but now he was trying to imagine the tanned ass bouncing on his cock.
The man shook his head and stood up. “No Stiles, that’s not right, it’s --”
“Dad! It’s different between two guys, and the world has changed. I just… I just need you to do this for me because if not me and Scott won’t ever really be married.”
It was a lie, everything he was saying was a reason. Fabricated all because Stiles wanted to indulge his own dirty fantasies and thoughts. Stiles was a cuck deep down. Not because of jealousy but because of the complete opposite. He liked watching, he loved it, and the thought of it being his husband and his father only made it hotter.
John vented his frustrations in a long breath before he sat back down again. “When you say wolf thing, what exactly do you mean by that? Does everyone know about this?”
“No.. Just me and you. And Scott, obviously. I found it written in a page on True Alphas that's been pretty reliable and it took me a while to translate but I finally got it worked out the other day.”
“So you’re doing this all because some old book told you to?” The skepticism in John’s voice was strong like an ox, it barrelled through his inflections with no subtlety.
“It’s a book. About. Werewolves. I think if this is the part you’re finding weird then we’re obviously a lot more comfortable with were’s than I originally thought. Besides. That book has been right about everything else. I don’t want to risk it being right here and following through.. So please Dad…”
“Look, there have to be some conditions.” John started. Stuck between a rock and a hard place he leaned forward pointing his finger at Stiles. “No talking about this after it happens. No mentioning it to anyone else. Ever. And you can’t be in the room.”
Stiles nodded, agreeing to it all. “Cross my heart.” The first two stipulations were easy, the last was going to be more of a challenge, but even then Stiles was already thinking of ways around that.
“You’re the best Dad, Dad.” The younger jumped up and kissed at his father’s head before bolting up the stairs.
“Yeah. yeah.” John waved the compliments away with his hand as he reached for the bottle, this time there was no waiting for a glass. He popped the lid off and started to sip from the burning liquid. The weight of what he had just agreed to setting in on him. Pulling at his conscious but also at his pants.
“Fuck…” He muttered to himself when Stiles was out of reach.
[Stiles] - ‘ He’s in. <3 ;)’
With that done Stiles went straight to his room and got to work planning against the new problem he had. It was going to be the biggest plot of his life.
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“With these rings, I now pronounce you married.” John looked from his sheet and looked at the two boys. “You may kiss your spouse.”
They had decided on an outdoor southern California wedding. It was scenic, green, open, and just rustic enough to where it wasn’t hippy but chic. The perfect sunset, the perfect angle and the best weather. But that’s what you get when you ask Lydia to organise the wedding. It was nothing but the best.
The three shared big smiles, the sounds of sniffling creeping from the audience. When Stiles and Scott exchanged their glances that all faded as they stood there taking each other’s hand. Soon what felt like a freeze frame moment slowly came back to life, the sounds returning and their bodies moving again. Roaring back into action with cheer and applause on their kiss.
The hours rolled by, time started to get away from them. From the ceremony to the reception to the afters it all came one after the other. A blur of people and lights. Everyone around them thought it was down to the fact that they had just gotten married but the truth was far more deeper than that.
It was what was still yet to come that had the three of them on edge. The real reason that John was drinking so much, why Scott was blushing the entire time, and why Stiles was jumping up and down with glee.
The celebrations were nearly endless for everyone else but for the pair it was the opposite. As soon as it had started it was over, people began to leave either heading home or up to their hotel room. Which signalled to Scott and Sheriff that it was time.
Stiles went up to the room first. The staff had laid out petals and chocolates and all sorts of romantic gestures. Just for the lovely couple. It just wasn’t the couple they had in mind. He left the things all undisturbed while he set up his solution. Sheriff said he wasn’t allowed to be there but that didn’t mean he couldn’t watch.
With small hidden cameras he made sure he had multiple angles on the room, over the bed, watching the bed, beside it, near the bathroom. They were everywhere. He wanted to have the best view of what was going on. Once they were all switched on he left the room and went over to his father’s. He sat inside and opened up his laptop to pull up his feed. It was time for the night to begin.
John took a deep breath and steadied himself, he wasn’t getting married but it still felt as if it was his wedding. When he entered the room he was stunned by the decor of the room. It was large and open, a line of candles on the tables and a trail of flower petals covered the floor. A bridal suite wasn’t something he ever thought he would be in again but tonight was proving him wrong.
The older man was still in his suit, dressed up tightly. He undid his tie and threw it on the couch. Unbuttoning the top of his shirt to cool himself down. The mixture of nerves and drink made him feel like his body was on fire.
The entire lead up to this night was nerve wracking for him. After he agreed to participate in this Scott’s ass had suddenly become all that more prominent to him. He found himself having to pull his eyes away from Scott’s behind, eyes wandering to the curved mounds anytime he wasn’t thinking.
He felt guilty at first but compared to the time he day dreamed about it guilt was the last of his worries.
Even with just sitting in the room John’s cock stirred in anticipation. He looked down at his watch, John wasn’t late but he wasn’t sure what he was meant to do but soon a voice called out to him.
“Uh.. Sheriff?”
It wasn’t in the room so John got up and looked around.
“Scott?” He called out equally as quietly.
“I’m nervous…”
“So am I. But that’s normal kid, it’s your wedding day… is everything okay in there?” He asked him. John’s hand was already raised and reaching out for the door handle.
“Yeah I’m fine, I’m just getting changed. I’ll be out in a second..”
John nodded, he thought it was best if he didn’t interrupt the boy. He was already nervous there wasn’t a reason to add to that. So instead he moved away from the door and sat on the bed. He had taken his jacket off downstairs so now with his tie removed he was left in his vest with an open shirt and his suit pants.
Everything about the room was better than the other’s. Even the bed, just by sitting on it John could tell the difference.
John wasn’t sure what he was expecting when the door opened but what he saw was definitely not it. Under the soft lights of the bathroom Scott emerged. Instead of wearing his tux and wedding attire it was something completely different.
Now he understood why Scott was taking so long. Standing there John looked at him in awe. He was standing there clad only in some pink lace panties that showed everything through the thing fabric and a matching wedding garter and belt.
The soft pink against Scott’s tanned skin made him look angelic. It was perfect against his skin. Through the lace John could see Scott’s shaved crotch, all over him was hairless. From the looks of it all his hair was freshly removed.
“Is.. It too much?” Scott asked him standing at an arm's distance from the man.
John shook his head, his mouth open from the sight before him. Gobsmacked and stunned that any of this was even happening. “No.. no it’s … it’s perfect…” The words left his mouth before he even thought about them. “You’re perfect..” There it was again.
Stiles smirked to himself seeing the pair’s reaction to the outfit he had picked out, it was a wedding after all.
The older man reached out. Touching Scott’s soft skin he could feel the other’s body pulse and twitch. He pulled him closer, looking up at his son-in-law. He pressed a kiss just under Scott’s navel. He could smell the other’s scent, his shampoo, the lotion he used. Everything.
Scott had been hesitant about it all but the moment felt John’s lips against his body everything melted away with one moan.
Reaching out he felt the man’s face and started to push more against his body. Stepping closer and making sure that he could feel the man’s heat.
“Turn around for me, gorgeous.”
Scott blushed deeply at the words that left John’s mouth. He had never felt like this from just someone’s words before. He did as asked and showed off the other side of his outfit. The lace material was thin and trapped between his cheeks. They parted the tanned globes tightly. Showing off the natural shape and roundness that Scott had.
John’s gasped at the sight of it. His hands not even taking more than a moment before they shot forward and started to feel the most perfect ass that he had ever seen, and John had lived a life.
The cheeks were soft and supple, forming to any shame and movement that he wanted. Pushing them together, squeezing them and spreading them. He was so fixated at what was in front of him that John was drooling without even knowing it. His dribble dropping down onto his clean pants and starting a second wet patch to match the one already growing under his clothes.
“Sheriff…” Scott moaned. He had never been this intimate with someone else before. There had been times where they had been close but Scott was still a virgin.
“Call me John, Scott.” The man smirked as he leaned in and pressed his lips against one of the soft cheeks. He kissed and licked at the smooth skin. His hands stayed firmly on Scott’s body to keep him from moving away.
“John…” Scott repeated slowly. Despite how close they were, how many years he had known him Scott had never used the older man’s name before.
“You’re so pretty Scott.” John mumbled into the other’s body and rubbed over him. The rough hands managed to glide over Scott’s smooth skin with ease and fluidity.
“Come over here for me.” Leading Scott around stood up the bulge in his pants sticking out. These pants would definitely need a hard dry cleaning. The Sheriff turned them around and pushed Scott onto the bed. Spreading the younger’s legs he kissed down from his ankle moving ever towards the thong.
The combination of their bodies was electric and Scott’s nerves were on fire. The way that his body was moved, the coarseness of his skin, how close John was to him. It didn’t take long for Scott’s cock to grow hard under the lace. Even the feeling of it against his skin was exciting. The more his cock twitched the harder he got, each time it was creating a feedback loop that continued to make him feel good.
“Well since you’ve gotten all pretty for me.” John smirked as he got lower down the other’s body. His teeth reached at the garter and pulled it away. It was an old symbol but somehow it was enough to turn both of them on. The Sheriff didn’t stop there. Once the garter had been removed John continued with the rest of the pieces.
The beard scraped at Scott’s skin with each piece that John removed. Causing him to moan loudly against his bitten lip. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on for.
“J--john…” Scott whimpered. Reaching down, his hands found the short dirty blond hair. He gripped at the messy hair, his hands only adding to the situation. He held onto him and moaned as The Sheriff’s mouth was exploring his body and touching him all over. No where was safe, not even his hole. Which the man seemed to repeatedly go back to over and over again which worked louder and louder noises from the newly wed.
It was a tortuous bliss that continued for what felt like hours. In that time Scott’s moans had garnered the attention of the rooms around them. The walls had been thick enough to mask their true sounds but Scott was being loud enough that they could hear him moaning.
In the time John had been worshiping Scott’s body his own clothes had been slowly taken off. Using whichever had that was free he had undressed himself. His clothes were thrown on the floor, there was no particular pattern other than needing to be freed. Of course that wasn’t the only thing he had been doing. John’s hands had also been stroking his cock.
He hadn’t been this excited in a long time. His cock was rock hard and leaking like crazy. Between the attention his mouth had been giving Scott’s hole his hands also joined in. After the older had stroked his cock enough he would reach out and spread the messy precum all over Scott’s hole, pushing in and teasing him.
John’s cock ached for more. He had reached his limits of what he was able to hold onto. He kissed up Scott’s body, sliding himself between the other’s legs. “I’m going to put it in now Scott.” He told him as the tip lined up to Scott’s hole.
Letting out a loud plea, Scott reached down feeling where John was pushing at. His cock felt hot and thick. Big and wet. He whined loudly in need. Scott was far past his own breaking point. “Pleassee.. Fuck me… push… I.. fuck me hard…”
John had never had such an eager slut. “Hold on to me.” He felt the arms reach up and wrap behind his head with speed.
The older man sunk harshly into Scott’s hole, not caring or even thinking about properly preparing him first. Scott howled in a mix of pleasure and pain. The sound rang through the floor that everyone one could hear. But it didn’t stop there.
John started to ram his cock deep into the hole. The roars of pleasure only spurring him on. Moans of appreciation and pleasure reaching his ears.
Scott squeezed at the Sheriff’s body , helping him stay attached to the other’s body while his cock made short work of his tight hole. It was fast and harsh, it wasn’t the love making that was usually thought to happen but that didn’t matter.
“Fuck.. Such a slutty hole, so needy. Bet you’ve taken fucking loads in here.” John grunted on top of Scott’s body.
The thick cock was smashing through Scott’s body, he could feel it causing his whole body to bounce. His pecs and his head were freely bouncing back as his father-in-law fucked his hole The hole that had been virgin until now.
“Noo . I…”
John cut Scott’s words off. He dropped him down and pushed Scott’s legs back. Spreading the, further. “Don’t fucking lie to me you fucking slut. You’re a fucking whore for cock. There’s no way that this hole hasn’t been fucked like the pussy it is.” He showed him no mercy while he was pounding at the hole. Despite only being human John was still able to shake the bed.
The headboard slamming repeatedly against the wall, forcefully and loudly. It was harsh and brutal. Mixed with the sounds of Scott’s moaning and John’s grunting everyone hearing had no doubt about what was going on in that room. Only it wasn’t exactly like they thought. It was a happy couple, it just wasn’t the happy couple.
Scott whimpered and cried through the abuse that his hole was getting. Only he didn’t know if he could call something so good abuse. It felt so right and so good he wasn’t sure why he ever waited before. He reached back and tried to steady himself with the moving headboard but only exposing more of his body to John. Showing off how well he was responding, his leaking cock soaked with precum. His pecs bouncing on the bed and his bubbly butt jiggling with each and every powerful thrust that John gave him.
Their bodies grew slick with sweat as they fucked loudly. There was no love making happening in that bed. It was pure lust driven sex drive. Scott’s hole was tight but still accommodating. Surrounding him in the strong heat.
John plowed at Scott’s hole, pulling his body back with each thrust that pushed him any bit away. Hands up by Scott’s shoulders and making sure that his cock was never leaving the slutty hole.
“Wait… I..” Scott tried to warn and stop him. It was all too much for him. His balls suddenly pulled up, his cock twitching harder and faster than it ever had. Then it happened, in a flash Scott shot his load over his own abs, squirting and coating his smooth skin.
John let out a low grunt as Scott’s hole squeezed at his cock. His hole was milking John for all he was worth, and if he wanted it then John was going to give it to him. If Scott was going to show his whore side with cuming without even having his cock touched then man was going to fill him up like the whore he was.
“See a fucking whore with a slutty pussy, who else cums from just being fucked.”
The Sheriff pumped Scott full of hot cum. His hips stuttering with his cock buried deep inside him. John was dizzy from exertion but that was nothing to how Scott was feeling. His legs pushed back his hole filled with cum and moaning loudly from both his own orgasm and feeling John’s cock shooting his load.
Scott panted with a whinge in his voice as he dropped his hands. Taking the opportunity he reached up and pulled John down closer crashing their lips together.
Fuck Scott, dump a load in him. Nowhere in that did make out with Scott appear but in the throws of it he couldn’t stop himself. Their tongues pushed and battled against each other, messily kissing as they came down from their orgasms.
John’s cock hadn’t gone down any bit while they kissed on the bed. Hands rubbing on each other’s body and exploring each other again. Tracing out each little bit of skin that they could feel.
“Fuck… that’s probably the hottest way to lose your virginity..” Scott chuckled, pushing his hair back from his eyes as he looked down the other’s body. His hand reached down and to feel how big the other’s cock that had been railing him was.
Virginity? John was shocked, the emotion clear as day on his face. “Wait. Virginity?” The older man’s cock twitched. He was the first cock that had been inside of Scott. Even now shaping his tight ass to his cock. After all the things he had said, he talked about his hole like that. “Fuck…” John grinned as he pushed down again taking Scott’s hands above his head. Pining him there while his hips began to rock again.
“So you’re not a trained slut, you’re a natural born whore.” John taunted him with a low voice. “Since this is your first time and your wedding night.” The man pulled his cock back to the tip preparing himself for another battering on the hole. “I’ll make sure it’s something you’ll never forget.” Adrenaline and hormones rushed through both of them again.
Picking off where they left off, with only a short break in the silence, Scott’s voice rang loudly from the room again. The bed started to shake, the banging signalling that they weren’t done yet. This time with a slower pace John drilled Scott hole, churning the previous load and working to make the hole a sloppy mess.
“Yessss!!!!” Scott yelled at the top of his voice, shakey from the impact of the Sheriff’s on his own over and over again.
It was the next morning when the phone rang.
“Uh.. hello this is reception.. We’ve had various noise complaints throughout the night from this room. We’d like to ask that you try to reduce the noise slightly for our other customers staying with us.”
“Huh… sure.. I’ll… uh… mmmmm, we’ll try to keep it down.”
Scott dropped the phone and grinned as he started to bounce on the man’s cock again. Numerous loads pumped into and leaking from his sloppy hole. His pussy that John liked to call it. After being fucked the entire night until well into the morning even Scott had to agree.
“Fuck Daddy… My pussy feels so good...”
John grinned and bit around the wolf’s nipple. “Shh baby I think people can hear you.” The man sharply thrust his cock into the loose hole.
“Mmm don’t care… feels so good!!!!” Scott moaned loudly as he came again. Both of them had lost count of how many times they had cum. But the evidence was clear, unlike the cum that coated their bodies and the sheets.
The pair might have forgotten how many times they had cum, but Stiles didn’t. Still in the other room Stiles’s cock was leaking on the floor, soaking the carpet with precum that was sure to leave a stain. He had watched as his new husband was wrecked by his father. It was like a scene from one of the hottest porn he had ever watched. He was so captured by it he hadn’t even touched himself the entire night.
He couldn’t. It was more than Stiles had every thought it would be. Both of them were like men possessed. Wild animals that had finally been freed and were going feral.
Stiles had recorded and watched everything. Every dirty detail. Every squelching thrust. Every ass spanking. Every sloppy kiss. It was his own personal studio right in front of him. He shuddered with excitement that made his cock twitch and shoot his pent up load across the floor reaching the wall.
“Fuck….” He whispered to himself. There were still a few days until they left for their honeymoon, surely it wouldn’t be that hard to get a mirroring trip for one more could it? Stiles thought to himself, eyes focused intensely on his screen.
