Abo oldford(forrester) x teen stan
Include cervix penetration, creampie and uhh uhh idk suggest tags pplease
Nsfw, 3.5k+ words
ignore tjis is cringe OK don't attack me I'm js a bebeh
Today wasn't a very good day. Ford is out of town on field research, and Stan wasn't able to work on Stan o' Wars boat because Pa forced him to stay in the shop!
As Stan tries to sleep when the math class arrives, a new teacher gets introduced. Stan doesn't really remember since he's practically half asleep. Okay, the new teacher got silver hair, looks old.. he smells weird for some reason.
what's his name again? For- something, oh, also he's an alpha.
Stan couldn't care less, honestly. As Stan dozed off, he jumped as he felt a hand creeping up to his shoulder as he saw the new teacher smiling to him.
Stan jerked awake. "No sleeping in my class," said the teacher with a small smile. "Stanley... Pines, right?"
"Y-YES! you pronounce it right, Sir- um." Stan muttered, cheeks heating with embarrassment.
"Forrester." Forrester replied, then went back to the board, his chalk making smooth, precise lines.
But that strange scent still lingered-a mix of pine sap and something musky, something that made Stan's heart beat a little too fast. The air itself seemed to hum. Confused and uneasy, Stan asked to be excused and rushed to the bathroom.
Stan's legs were shaking when he stumbled into the empty bathroom. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, too bright, too cold. His stomach cramped, and for a second he thought maybe he was just sick from stress. But when he glanced down and saw the dark stain in his underwear, his breath caught.
Blood.
He froze. His heart was hammering so loud it drowned out everything else.
"What the-? No, no, no..." Stan muttered, grabbing handfuls of tissue. It didn't stop. Не didn't understand. He wasn't hurt, was he? There wasn't a wound. He just-
His reflection in the mirror looked terrified.
He ran to the nurse's office, stumbling over his own feet. "M-Ms! I-I think I'm bleeding!"
The nurse blinked in surprise, then her eyes look towards Stan's pants, her expression softened.
"Oh, honey, you must be new to this." She gestured for him to sit. "It's completely normal.
You're having your first cycle, that's all.”
"My what?!" Stan nearly jumped out of the chair.
She smiled kindly. "Your first period cycle. Every omega goes through it eventually-it's just your body's way of saying you're growing up."
Stan's mind reeled. Omega? He'd never thought about what he might be. It just feels.. Embarrassing, an Omega? Really? What would Pa say if he knew?!
"That's okay," the nurse assured him. "You'll need to rest a bit today. I'll call your teacher and let him know."
Stan wanted to melt into the chair and disappear. Why now? It just feels like something triggered his body.
But a few minutes later, the door opened quietly, and there he was.
Mr. Forrester stepped in, silver hair catching the light, expression calm but concerned. "Stanley," he said softly, "are you alright?"
Stan looked down, wishing he could sink through the floor. "Y-yeah, just... guess I'm not feeling great, sir."
The teacher gave a small nod. "That's perfectly fine. Take it easy. Just rest. You don't have to force yourself to go to class."
Something about his voice was grounding-steady in a way Stan didn't expect. The scent that had unsettled him earlier now seemed... be safer, somehow.
The next morning, Stan hoped things would go back to normal. Maybe the nurse was wrong.
Maybe he'd just eaten something weird. But the dull ache in his stomach said otherwise.
When he walked into class, Mr. Forrester was already there, writing formulas on the board before any student even arrive, what a nerd.
The faint scent that had clung to the air yesterday was stronger now - sharp, like musk and pine sap. It made Stan's skin prickle.
"Good morning, Stanley," Forrester said without looking up. He sounded almost... expectant.
"Morning, sir," Stan muttered, trying to slip into his seat unnoticed.
“How are you this morning, Stanley?”
Stan's grip tightened around his backpack. "Uh, fine, I guess."
"Good." The man smiled faintly. "If you start feeling dizzy again, don't hesitate to tell me. I'd rather you not push yourself."
Stan nodded, pretending to focus on his notebook. But as the lesson went on, he couldn't shake the feeling that Forrester's attention kept not drifting back to him. Not in a bad way exactly but in a way that made Stan's heart skip for reasons he couldn't explain.
Later that day, when the bell rang, everyone else hurried out. Stan stayed behind to grab his backpack, only to find Forrester still there.
"You handled yesterday well," the teacher said quietly before taking a whiff of the air as he turns to Stan. "Most students panic during their first time."
Stan blinked. "First time?"
Forrester paused, studying him for a long moment. "You really don't know much about your kind, do you?"
"My- my kind?" Stan stammered
Forrester stepped closer not threatening but close enough that Stan could see the strange glint in his eyes. "As an Omega."
"H- how did you know I am an Omega?"
"Your scent, dummy. Also, the nurse informed me about it so you could skip yesterday's math class.”
"Oh, yea." Stan frowned.
Forrester smiled slightly. "Occupational hazard. I used to meet a lot of people during my research. Recognizing those patterns kept people safe."
Stan looked down at his hands. "So you could tell just by that? That I'm an Omega?"
"Yes." Forrester's tone softened. "And that you're in the middle of your first full cycle. It's nothing to be ashamed of, Stanley. It means your body's finally stabilizing."
Stan sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing a little. "I thought I was sick.”
"No," Forrester said gently. "You're just changing. It can be frightening at first, but it's natural." Forrester put a hand on Stan's shoulder, leaning to Stans neck slightly, making Stan shivers at the almost possessive touch.
In the following days, Forrester seemed to appear everywhere.
At first, it was just in class a glance that lingered too long, an unexpected question directed only at Stan. But soon, Stan noticed him outside the classroom too: passing by the library when Stan was there alone, standing at the edge of the hallway when the bell rang.
Each time, Forrester's expression was calm, polite... but his eyes were always searching. Watching.
When Stan finally asked about it after class,
Forrester didn't deny it.
"You're still adjusting," he said, folding his hands on the desk. "I just want to be sure you're safe."
“Safe from.. What exactly?”
Forrester didn't answer right away. "Instability," he said finally. "Your kind attracts attention from people who don't understand, and from those who do. You're still untrained, and that makes you vulnerable."
The words should have sounded reassuring, but there was something in the way he said it and the stare that made the air feel heavier.
Stanley's heart races at the word 'untrained'. He knows exactly what Forrester means. He's an untrained omega, going into heat soon, with no alpha to claim or protect him. He's a target.
"I-I can handle myself." Stan says defiantly
Forrester's eyes drop to Stanley's chest, noting the defensive posture. He smirks slightly, standing up from his desk.
"Of course you can. My point is, you don't have to handle everything alone. There are..." He pauses deliberately. "resources available.”
Stanley's eyes widened slightly at the implication. Resources? Like what, alpha donors to ride out his heat cycle? The thought makes his stomach churn with disgust and humiliation.
"I don't need any resources." He says coldly, uncrossing his arms and stepping past Forrester to get home. Forrester didn't stop him.
Over the next two days, Stanley's body temperature rises dramatically. He's constantly flushed, drinking gallons of water daily, and sleeping with a cold compress on his forehead. His sense of smell becomes even sharper, making him gag at normally harmless smells.
On the third day, his body finally gives in. He skips school this day since he wakes up with a fever, his skin burning hot, his lower belly cramping painfully. He knows without checking - he's in heat. He groans lowly, pulling his pillow between his legs.
Pa barely pays attention to Stan, he wouldn't acknowledge his son if Stan is an omega. Ma tries her best but it's never enough.
Coincidentally(definitely not), Forrester decides to visit, perhaps he's worried about Stan's absence at school. Forrester knocks on the shop, introducing himself as Stanley's teacher, asking about Stanley's whereabouts.
Mr. Pines merely shrugs. "He's probably in his room. He's been acting strange lately.”
Forrester nods seriously, his expression grave. "Actually, that's what I came to discuss with you both. Stanley... presented at school a few days ago. As an omega."
He pauses, letting the information sink in. Mr. Pines stare at him blankly for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Omega? Stanley? That's ridiculous!”
"Yes, it's quite rare for an Omega to present so late in life, especially with seemingly.. Beta parents like yourselves. But the scent is unmistakable. I've been his teacher for a while now and his omega pheromones have been steadily rising.” Forrester says, his demeanor steady
Mr Pines seem skeptical but not completely disbelieving. Forrester continues, his voice low and serious. "As his teacher and now his alpha, I need to take him under my wing and help him through this transition period.”
Mr Pines, frowns slightly, crossing his arms. "Alpha? What does that mean exactly? You want to be his... guardian or something?"
"Essentially, yes.” Forrester explains gently but firmly. "As an omega, Stanley will require special care and attention, especially during his heat cycles. As his alpha, it's my responsibility to provide that care, protect him from harmful influences, and help him adapt to his new status." He pauses. "This includes being present during his heats.”
Mr Pines then speaks up, his tone suspicious. "Wait a minute. Why does Stanley need an alpha? "Why are you his alpha, specifically? You're his teacher, for crying out loud. And you're... not exactly a spring chicken." He gestures vaguely at Forrester's age, which is indeed advanced for an alpha.
Forrester maintains his composure, answering calmly. "Stanley is unaware of my intentions at this moment. Being his teacher doesn't matter when it comes to alphas claiming omegas. It's instinctual. I was drawn to Stanley before I even knew he was an omega.”
Forrester continues, his voice steady and persuasive. "It's clear that you have busy lives and may not be equipped to handle Stanley's new needs. As his alpha, I can ensure he's cared for properly during his heats and protected from any external threats.”
Mr Pines look defeated, his expressions a mix of overwhelmed and relieved that someone else is taking charge. He quickly agree to Forrester's proposal over temporary guardianship of Stanley to him without much hesitation.
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Forrester enters the house, his keen senses immediately picking up on the sweet, musky scent of Stanley's heat wafting through the air. He follows the scent trail upstairs to Stanley's bedroom, where he finds the boy curled up on his bed, feverish.
The room is filled with the smell of sweet toffee nuts and sea salt, Stanley's personal scent amplified by his heat. His hair is messy, cheeks flushed, and his shirt has been tossed aside, leaving his toned chest bare. Making Forrester swallows hard.
Forrester gently closes the door behind him, locking it to ensure privacy. He approaches the bed slowly, his eyes softening as he takes in Stanley's state. He sits down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to smooth back a strand of hair from Stanley's forehead.
Stanley's eyes flickers awake but then he jolts awake when he realize who's touching him
Stanley's eyes widen in shock and confusion as he registers who is sitting beside him. His heart rate spikes, and he instinctively tries to pull away from Forrester's touch. The sudden movement causes him to whimper softly, his body aching from the heat. "Mr. Forrester…”
Forrester's hand remains gentle but firm on Stanley's forehead, his thumb brushing over the flushed skin. "Shh, it's alright, Stanley. Your parents have given me permission to take care of you during your heat. Now lie back down and try to relax.”
Stanley's eyes fill with tears of embarrassment and humiliation as he realizes his parents have essentially sold him out to his alpha teacher. He hesitates for a moment before reluctantly lying back down, his body trembling with discomfort and shame. "I'm fine..." He says as Forrester essentially leans down to sniff at his neck.
Forrester inhales the omega's intoxiating pheromones and exhales softly through his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he mouths at Stanley's scent gland “You're not fine.”
Stanley tries to pull away from Forrester's mouthing, feeling completely exposed and violated. "Stop sniffing me!"
He manages to say between whimpers. "This is so disgusting and inappropriate!”
Forrester ignores Stanley's protests and continues to mouth at his neck. He gently pushes Stanley's head to the side, exposing his neck fully. "Your scent is driving me crazy, Stanley. It's all over the room.”
Stanley tries to cover his neck with his hands, feeling utterly violated and exposed. "Stop it! Stop sniffing me! I'm not some damn perfume for you to wear!" He cries out, his face turning bright red with embarrassment and anger. "Get off me!”
Forrester suddenly grabs Stanley's wrists, pinning them above his head with one strong hand. He leans down, his face inches from Stanley's as he growls softly but his face composed. "Listen to me carefully, omega. Your parents gave me permission to take care of you during your heat.”
"And right now, that means keeping you from harming yourself as youve been pulling your hair out and scratches your own neck raw. I want to soothe you, even if that means holding you down and restrains you.”
Forrester's sudden dominance surprises Stanley, who realizes just how easily this alpha could overpower him in this vulnerable state. Before he can protest further, Forrester's teeth nip gently but firmly at his scent gland, causing Stanley to yelp sharply.
The sudden nip sends a strange, fluttering sensation through Stanley's body. His eyes roll back slightly, and he goes suddenly limp, his struggles ceasing. He feels a weird sense of calm wash over him as Forrester's teeth remain gently pressed against his scent gland.
"Mmm..ph..?” soft confused whimper escape Stanley's lips
Forrester's grip on Stanley's wrists loosens until he let's Stanley's hands go. Forrester then continues to gently nip and lick at the omega's scent gland, all while he get on top of Stanley, Forrester's long brown coat covers them both from the world.
Stanley's eyes flutter closed as Forrester's warm, wet mouth works on his neck, all while Forrester's warm rough hand gently grope his body. He feels strangely safe and secure under the alpha's large, warm body. His legs spread instinctively, his hips arching up slightly to press against Forrester's stomach. Stanley whimpers softly as Forrester's body covers his completely. He feels surrounded by alpha, overwhelmed by his scent and dominant presence. Instead of feeling frightened though, Stanley feels strangely comforted.
Forrester pulls Stanley's shirt up slowly, exposing his pale, heated skin. His large hands immediately go to Stanley's chest, squeezing and groping the mounds possessively. He kneads the flesh gently but firmly. Stanley simply lies there, his eyes glazed over as he watches Forrester manhandle his chest. He feels no shame, no embarrassment - just a strange sense of relief as the alpha touches him.
Forrester's hands move down to Stanley's pants, slowly peeling them off along with his underwear. The omega doesn't resist or cover himself, he simply lifts his hips obediently when prompted. His sloppy, wet cunt exposed to the air. Stanley's cunt is plump and swollen, the folds puffy and slick with his copious arousal. A few short, dark hairs pepper the skin. The hole itself is slightly open, leaking clear fluid onto the bedsheets beneath him. Forrester's eyes darken as he takes in Stanley's exposed cunt. He runs his large, warm hands slowly along the omega's thighs, gently spreading them wider. He leans down, pressing his face to Stanley's core, his tongue sinks to his pussy.
Stanley's back arches involuntarily as Forrester's hot, rough tongue laps at his slick, sensitive flesh. He gasps, his hands reaching up to grab onto Forrester's hair for support as the alpha begins to devour him eagerly. Forrester's tongue laps at Stanley's puffy pussy lips, parting them to reveal the wet, pink interior. He focuses on the sensitive clit, sucking and licking at the nub until Stanley is moaning loudly, his hips bucking helplessly against Forrester's mouth.
Forrester pulls away, his chin glistening with Stanley's slick. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand
“That was delicious, Stan. Thank you for the meal.”
Stanley's face is flushed a deep red, his breath coming in short pants as he stares up at Forrester with wide, dazed eyes. He can't believe the alpha just ate him out like that, calling it a ‘meal'. “You-” Stanley got cutted off as Forrester's cock sprang free,
Forrester's cock springs free from his pants, standing tall and proud at 8 inches but it's the thick burgeoning knot at the base that truly scares Stanley. He knows that thing could lock him in for hours, and he's not sure he's ready for that.
"Oh god..." Stanley whispers, his hole clenching involuntarily as he imagines that massive knot stretching him open. "Too big... I can't take that..."
He starts to backpedal, his face pale with worry. "Can't breed me with that monster…”
Forrester looks down at his cock, then back at Stanley's scared face. "I know it's big, but don't worry. I promise I'll go slow and use lots of lube. I've never hurt an omega before.”
Stanley's legs tremble as Forrester presses his massive cock against his pussy, sliding it up and down his wet folds without entering. The alpha's pre-cum mixes with Stanley's slick, making everything extra slippery. "P-please... be gentle..."
Forrester squeezes more lube onto his cock, coating the length until it's dripping with slippery fluid. He presses the tip gently against Stanley's entrance, not pushing in yet. "I promise I'll be gentle, Stanley.”
Stanley's eyes widen in surprise as Forrester's lubed-up cock slides into him with ease, the length bottoms out easily(without the knot) When he expected resistance, pain - not this sudden, complete filling. "Oh... oh god..." He whimpers, his body shaking.
Forrester starts to move slowly, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in with a gentle thrust. The lube allows his massive length to glide in and out of Stanley's tight hole without any pain or discomfort. Stanley finds himself relaxing around the alpha's cock, his body accepting it eagerly, the tip of the cock presses against Stanley's cervix. "It... it doesn't hurt..." Stanley whispers in disbelief, his hips starting to move slightly to meet Forrester's gentle thrusts. "I thought you'd tear me apart..." His hands grip Forrester's hair.
Forrester smiles down at Stanley, his hands gripping the omega's thighs as he continues to slide in and out with slow, deep thrusts.
"See? I told you I'd be gentle." He leans down to capture Stanley's mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing his surprised moans. Stanley melts into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Forrester's neck as the alpha's massive cock continues to fill him completely with each thrust. The knot at the base presses against his entrance threatens to pushes in but Forrester resists, not yet.
Forrester starts to speed up his thrusts slightly, his hips snapping forward to bottom out inside Stanley with each movement. The head of his cock presses hard against the omega's cervix, causing Stanley to cry out into their kiss. Forrester's knot begins to swell more, pressing insistently against Stanley's hole.
Stanley becomes a whimpering mess, his legs wrapping around Forrester's waist as the alpha continues to pound into him. The constant pressure on his cervix sends waves of pleasure through Stanley's body, making him leak more slick around Forrester's cock. Forrester can feel his knot swelling even more, eager to lock inside the omega. But he resists, wanting to draw out this moment for longer. He pulls back slightly before thrusting forward again hard enough that spanky noises echo through room as flesh meets flesh.
Seeing Stanley distracted by the pleasure, Forrester grip his hips tighter, finally forcing his knot inside. Stanley's eyes snap open wide as Forrester suddenly forces his knot inside him with a brutal thrust. The sudden burning sensation at his entrance makes him scream in pain and pleasure as he feels something pop inside him - Forrester's cockhead pushing through his cervix.
Stanley's body goes rigid as the knot fully enters him, stretching him wider than ever before. The burning sensation in his entrance combined with the intense feeling of Forrester's cockhead inside his cervix sends Stanley over the edge instantly, making him orgasm violently around the alpha. "OH GOD!” Stanley yelps as his back arches.
Forrester groans loudly as Stanley's pussy spasms around his knot, the tightness and warmth sending him spiraling into his own orgasm. He fills the omega with hot, thickcum, each ropes shooting deep inside Stanley's womb. "Fuck... fuck... fuck!”
The feeling of Forrester's massive load shooting inside him, combined with the alpha's giant knotted cock locked deep within his cervix, is too much for Stanley to handle. He passes out completely, his body completely impaled by the alpha and filled to the brim with cum.
Forrester slowly calm down from his high, gently pulls Stanley closer, his arms wrapping around the unconscious omega as he cuddles him close. His knot remains locked inside Stanley's, keeping them intimately connected.
“I'll never get bored of reliving this moment over and over again, Stanley.” Ford whispers as he pets Stanley's damp hair.
