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“C’mon, Matt, you’re gonna have to work a bit harder for it if you want the extra credit.”
Derek nuzzles into the neck of the Omega that’s currently perched on his lap. His gives a soft kiss there, nibbling on his earlobe as he brings both of his hands up to cup around two full, soft breasts. He squeezes them softly and pinches the nipples, rolling them around between his fingers. “You’re doing so good Jacks,” Derek breathes into the Omega’s ear, smiling when Jackson let’s out a soft moan. He’s always been one for praise. “Letting an Alpha have your sweet Omega cunt.”
Jackson cranes his neck back, offering it to him. Derek kisses him there and looks down at the head of dark hair that’s between Jackson’s legs. Matt is kneeled down on the ground between them where Derek sits on his desk. His backpack is on the floor, his hands and tongue licking into the pink of Jackson’s vagina. Jackson tries to raise his hips when Matt starts playing with his clit, sliding a finger inside of him as he laps at his pussy.
Derek checks the timer he set on his phone. “Two minutes to make him come. I wanna see some technique, Matt. I know you can do it.”
Matt lets out a huff of air and palms at his crotch, and Derek can really sympathize with him. No matter how much pussy an Alpha may get, an Omega’s effect never really dwindles, but he does choose Jackson for the extra credit for a reason. Without proper stimulation, Jackson’s one of the more difficult Omegas in his class to get off.
“Mr. Hale, I wanna come, please.” Jackson says into Derek’s ear, one of his hands holding tight to his wrist, the other wrapped up in his hair.
“Don’t worry babe, Matt’s gonna get you there. Isn’t that right Matt?”
Matt let’s out a sound that sounds vaguely like an affirmation, much too busy tonguing into Jackson’s cunt.
“And what if he fucking can’t-“ Jackson lets out a yelp when Derek pinches his nipple.
“Watch your mouth, Omega.” Derek says sternly. Jackson whines and tries to roll his hips more and Derek decides to give Matt a break and allow it. The young Alpha’s a good student- always respectful and works hard. He had even been the only one in the class to remember all the presidents in order and recite them- though Derek suspects that was just to get a chance to fuck Evan (a particularly shrewd omega who only gave it up to Alphas he thought were intellectually worthy) at the end of class- but still. He had seen the boy give plenty of orgasms to omegas using just his mouth and hands- Jackson’s just a particularly tough nut to crack.
But apparently Matt had figured something out. He saw the boy move his mouth to suck on Jackson’s clit and press two fingers into him, fucking them in and out. His other hand slides under Jackson’s ass and-
Bingo.
Jackson almost loses it on Derek’s lap when Matt pushes a finger inside of him. With stimulation from all sides, Jackson reaches orgasm within a matter of a few seconds, breaths wet and heavy as he stills for a moment, body strung out and tense, before falling back softly on Derek’s body.
Derek checks his phone again. “28 seconds to spare, kid. See? I knew you could do it.”
Matt gets up and his eyes are raging red and Derek gives a soft chuckle. Matt’s face is glistening with wet and slick and the boy wipes it off quickly with the back of his hand. Within moments he’s pushing his pants down and getting his dick out, stroking it a few times, glistening pre-come at the tip.
“Sorry, Mr. Hale, I just- I just need to-“ Matt doesn’t even finish his sentence before he pushes himself into Jackson’s cunt and starts thrusting. Jackson’s hands go into Matt’s hair and soft breaths of yes, fuck yeah, come on are falling from the omega’s lips. Matt’s lips start kissing Jackson’s neck and trail down until he latches onto a nipple, and Derek massages Jackson’s breasts as Matt sucks on them. At some point, while watching the young Alpha fuck into the Omega on his lap, squeezing on the soft breasts in his hand and scenting the familiar scent of sex, he realizes that this is the whole reason he started teaching 8th grade.
Jackson comes again and drags Matt up so they can make out while Matt’s thrusting gets sloppier and sloppier until he stills, a soft grumble falling from his chest and Jackson whispers words like yeah, fill me up Alpha, breed me into Matt’s mouth.
They stop kissing and after a few seconds Matt pulls out and takes a big sigh. Derek is momentarily relieved that the boy hadn’t knotted- he knows it can be hard not to when you’re in the thick of things. He pulls up his pants, tucks his dick back in and throws his backpack on his shoulder before locking his now brown eyes with Derek.
“So, the extra credit. Do you think that’ll get me to an A?” He puts his hands in his pockets. “I didn’t expect to do so badly on the last test. I mean, I studied and everything but-“
“Hey, kid, it happens. We all have our bad days.” Derek says wrapping his arms around Jackson and pulling him close. “With the five points extra, you should be good as gold. But if it’s still not where you want, don’t forget that there are still two more tests left in the semester, and I’ll throw in some more extra credit opportunities for everyone. Ok?”
Matt smiles and nods, his eyes flicking for a moment to where Jackson is softly fingering himself, lazing on Derek’s lap. “Thanks a lot Mr. Hale, I really appreciate it. I’ll see you tomorrow. You too Jackson.”
“Bye Matt.” Derek says. “Don’t forget to go over the preamble- we’ll be doing that soon.”
Matt nods and walks out in the hallway, closing the door softly behind him. Derek watches as Jackson’s fingers slide in and out of himself, a cloud of white liquid seeping out.
“Having fun?”
“He wasn’t as bad as I thought he would be,” Jackson says, blue eyes looking up at him. “He’s got a nice dick too. I should fuck him more often.”
Derek laughs and kisses Jackson, and they make out for a second, tongues rolling together before he lifts the omega off of him. He looks down at his jeans and breathes a sigh of relief that there’s no spillage on him. He hears Jackson get up and turns to watches as he slides on the little scrap of baby blue fabric he called underwear before putting his skin-tight skinny jeans on and slips into his shoes. His white shirt goes on next.
“Why even bother with a shirt, Jackson?” Derek says, admiring the omega’s breasts where he can see the silhouette of them under his shirt, bouncing slightly. “It’s summer.”
It’s pretty common to see omegas go completely topless through the warm months- which is pretty much all the time in California- but especially during summer. Some go without clothes all together- and Derek really likes that the best, because at heart he’s the stereotypical alpha, and he truly enjoys seeing those full breasts and sweet cunts, and knowing that he can have any of it whenever he so desires.
“I just got this! I have to wear it at some point.” Jackson gets his backpack and puts it on.
“I’d rather you wear nothing at all.”
“Now you sound like my Dad.” Jackson smirks and walks over and kisses him on the lips. “Who, in fact, will probably fuck me in the parking lot before we even drive off. Bye Mr. Hale.”
“Goodbye Jackson.”
Derek gets up after Jackson leaves and straights a few of the desks so that they’re all in neat rows again. He looks at the clock; 3:30. He goes back to his desk and pulls out a stack of tests and settles himself in with a red pen to grade.
It doesn’t take too long because, thing is, he only really grades the Alpha tests, and a few of the Omegas who he knows are serious about their academic future and yeah, he knows that’s probably a shitty and alpha-typical thing to do, but c’mon. The first paper he gets to is Mark’s- a pretty red head Omega- and there’s absolutely nothing on it. It’s maybe a little crinkled, at the most. He thinks back to last week and remembers seeing the omega giving a particularly thorough blowjob to Michael-a studious younger Alpha who always seems to do better on his tests when he has his cock in an Omega’s mouth. He grades the thing with an A and moves onto the next test- another Omega’s, and this one has a few of the blanks filled in, but only two of them are correct. This particular Omega has a free pass though- he usually chooses an Omega during test days to entertain himself with while the other students take their tests. Ethan had been particularly feisty that day, bouncing on Derek’s cock with ferocity until Derek had knotted him. Even then he rocked himself on Derek’s knot, giving himself orgasms until he was sated. He gives it an A and moves on to, thankfully, an Alpha’s test.
In some parts of the country he’d be considered gross, but here in Beacon Hills, a county where 63% of the population was made up of Omegas- an unnaturally high percentage- it’s just one of the norms. It’s a universal fact that Omegas benefit from a copious amount of sex- in the early 1900’s the government had tried to make Omegas more “modest” like their Beta counterparts through strict behavior codes and regulations. It ultimately backfired, obviously. The Omega suicide rate spiked, along with the Omega depression percentage. All in all, it had been a terrible idea. Omegas were just naturally sexual beings- they liked to get fucked, and it was no big deal. Today, though, Omegas walk around with or without clothes, pleasuring themselves whenever and however they please. In 1953 the Alpha Care law was enacted- an idea proposed by the National Omega Coalition that stated that Alphas nationwide had the innate permission unless otherwise stated to take an Omega when and where they want. Since it was only in the interest of Omegas, only they could vote for it.
And in the most progressive move of the century, the legislation allowed Omegas to have a law formed by, and for, Omegas.
At first it was only legal for ages 16 and up, and obviously there were cases were sex was had against the omega’s will and all that- and eventually standards were set so that omega’s could feel safe accusing Alpha’s of taking them when they didn’t want to. But, it was quickly found that in cases like Beacon Hills and their neighboring city, where the Alpha or Omega ratings were skewed for some weird reasons, the law didn’t work too well and younger Omegas weren’t properly taken care of. Soon after, addendums were added for certain cities so that school faculty and staff could take Omegas that were in sixth grade and above.
Derek had started off wanting to go into Academia- he had always been fascinated by history. But, thing was, he was also fascinated by Omegas. He always had been, especially younger ones. He was so entranced by the scent, the softness of their skin, the heft of their breasts and the warmth of the cunts around him- it was like heaven, sinking into one. So when he got his masters in history, he knew he was headed to teach- where he could express his love for history but also be knees deep in as much young Omega pussy as he could ever want.
That’s how he ended up at Beacon Hills Middle School. Sixth grade was too young, and he didn’t want to deal with high schoolers. 8th grade was perfect. Bodies soft and supple, in the midst of their youth, minds still developing but lips soft and pussies wet and warm and willing.
And ever since he started, about five years ago, he can’t remember the last time he slept with someone that was his age. He was more than satisfied by the sex he got with his students- particularly his three favorite Omegas: Jackson, Ethan and Isaac. Jackson, the spoiled brat, came from a wealthy family and was known not only for his arrogance, but his selectivity in who he fucked. Ethan, the omega twin to an alpha, was funny and smart, and he rode Derek’s dick like an animal, never holding anything back. Isaac was the sweetest, kind and quiet, but he had never seen an 8th grader deep throat his cock quite like Isaac could. He only ever knotted the three of them- they were the only ones really worth the time.
He finishes the papers and sticks them in his desk, clicking around on his computer so he can check his e-mail before he leaves. He scrolls over a few things that are standard school stuff and clicks on one that vaguely mentions a few new students, before he moves on to one from an Omega named Kevin Wilhelm. He had Kevin about three years ago, and attached to the e-mail was a picture of a toddler with a dark head of hair and a big smile. He had gotten Kevin pregnant- it tends to happen sometimes when Alphas sleep with their students. Many, if not most, families put their young Omega’s on birth control until they’re ready for children but some don’t, and Kevin just happened to be one of them. It wasn’t a big thing- Derek just had to sign saying that he had gotten the Omega pregnant but claimed no responsibilities over the child- Kevin’s family and parents were extremely happy about the news, and didn’t expect anything from Derek, which was a godsend, because he wasn’t ready for children.
But sometimes, Kevin comes back to his room and they fuck on his desk. Kevin says Derek makes good babies and he wouldn’t mind having more- no cost to Derek of course. They haven’t been so lucky quite yet.
Derek smiles and shoots the Omega back a message saying how cute he is and shuts down the computer before gathering his things and walking out of the door. As he walks through he hallway a few of the students that are still there say hello to him in passing- namely Omegas (he’s a bit of a hit with the Omegas of the school). Most of them go about completely unclothed, but some of them are wearing light shirts or just shorts. On his way through the hallway he see’s Finstock’s head of hair near the lockers and almost stops to say hello to the lacrosse coach but quickly realizes the man has an Omega pinned to one of the lockers, his fingers deep inside wet cunt and his mouth busy sucking onto a lean neck. He keeps moving- it’s probably Greenberg- Finstock’s simultaneously most beloved and most hated person in the world.
He takes a quick right turn into the language hallways until he comes to Chris Argent’s classroom. Chris is an Alpha like him and teaches French, a few years older, but still probably his best friend.
“Chris, man! What’s up?” Derek says before even walking through the door, and consequently walks in to see Argent sitting at his desk with a lapful of curly haired Omega. They’re making out, tongues colliding softly as Chris plays with Isaac’s nipples. He looks at where they’re connected and can tell Chris has knotted him, evident by the way Isaac is rocking himself back and forth on his lap.
“I see I’m being ignored.” Derek says and walks forward and grabs a handful of blonde hair, pulling Isaac’s mouth away from Chris’. “Hello, Isaac.” He says, leaning down and replacing Chris’ tongue with his own, cupping Isaac’s unoccupied breast with his own hand.
When they pull away Isaac laughs. “Sorry, Mr. Hale. Got a little caught up.”
“Obviously.”
“Yeah, sorry Derek,” Chris says with a smile, leaning back a bit in his chair. “Got preoccupied.”
“You two trying again?” Derek asks, playing with Isaac’s nipple.
“It’s gotta be one of us, man.” Chris says.
“My money’s on you, dude,” Derek replies. “You’ve got him for homeroom and French.” Chris announced a few months back that he intends to mate Isaac as soon as the omega hits ninth grade. Apparently they had been fucking since Isaac got to middle school- and recently they’ve been trying to get Isaac bred up. Chris had already told Derek that it doesn’t matter who knocks him up- he’ll raise the child as his own. It’s not uncommon for Alphas that are close to share their Omega, and Isaac really likes Derek anyway- keeping him away would’ve been harmful. They’ve got a running bet on who’s going to get him pregnant first.
“I guess we’ll see. But I know one thing for sure,” Chris leans up to place a kiss between Isaac’s breasts. “This one can’t wait to be a good little house Omega, can’t he?”
“Yeah. I’m beyond done with school- I’ve had enough studying for a lifetime,” Isaac says with a roll of his eyes. Derek laughs. “I just wanna have babies, get fucked and make you food for the rest of my life.” Isaac kisses Chris with a smile on his face.
Derek smiles at the picture they make. Their relationship tends to make him think about his own future and family- and he wants one for sure. If he’s honest with himself he’ll probably shack up with one of his students. He doesn’t expect his Omega to be like Isaac, even though somewhere deep down he would love to keep his barefoot and pregnant. He’d keep his Omega happy and warm, he would come home from work and fuck into them while they waited for dinner to finish, give them kisses on their sweet lips and soft breasts, watch as they waddled around the house from their pregnant belly. The pitter-pat of little feet would be constant but he’d be the happiest Alpha in the world. But he knows that’s the Alpha in him talking. There are plenty of Omegas that want their own careers and that’s perfectly fine with him.
But that’s somewhere in the future, so he puts it to the back of his mind.
“Alright you two, I’m headed out.” He gives Isaac a kiss on the cheek and squeezes Chris’ shoulder. “I’ll see you later.”
The couple bids him farewell and he walks back into the hallway, headed to his car.