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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Allison_Argent/
      Scott_McCall, Kate_Argent/Derek_Hale
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Peter_Hale, Scott_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_References, Forced_Orgasm, Forced_Relationship, Mpreg,
      Angst, Knotting, Alternate_Universe_-_Dark
  Series:
      Part 1 of Chosen_but_Unclaimed
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-06 Words: 1604
****** Corruptibility ******
by aliceoflegend
Summary
     Peter Doesn't take no for an answer lightly.
     This was not the way Stiles imagined his first time going at all.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
This was notthe way Stiles imagined his first time going at all. If anyone had
asked him he would have told them his first time would be with Lydia Martin at
the senior prom, right before he asked her to marry him and have his babies.

Stiles had never imagined it would be like this, face down on forest floor,
tears running down his face, covered in dirt and grime and his shirt as a gag
in his mouth. With Peter Hale, of all people, behind him and two of Peter’s
slick fingers deep in his ass, sliding in and out stretching him wide and
Peter’s other hand is wrapped around Stiles’ dick, making him like it. Stroking
him up and down while whispering a crazy alpha wolf’s version of sweet nothings
in his ear.

“Do you like that Stiles? Do you like having a part of me inside you, mapping
you out for my cock? I like it, I can smell your tears-  your arousal, Stiles,
and I can taste your fear in the air as you clench around my fingers.” Peter
let out a laugh, “You ready for me yet Stiles?”  Stiles felt more then heard
the alpha sigh into the back of his neck, too sharp teeth grazing his nape
making Stiles whimper, trying to blink tears out of eyes. He could feel Peter’s
hot breath on his neck, Peter’s hand wrapped around his dick and the ache of
Peter’s fingers spreading him open with deep steady thrusts.

“You’re so tight Stiles holding my fingers inside you, I knew you’d be a slut
for it,  you ready for another?  You want to feel me open you up, don’t you
boy?” Peter asked, seemingly forgetting that he had gagged the boy under him,
tsk-ing softly before removing his two fingers and sinking three in almost
right away,the burn making Stiles spasm and try to crawl away, his breathing
becoming more rapid and sob like, “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll stretch you out
nice and wide before I mate you.” the wordmatemade Stiles jerk away
involuntarily.

“But only if you’re good,” Peter’s voice suddenly got harsh, and the renewed
smell of Stiles’ fear  spiking makes Peter moan and push his big fingers deeper
inside Stiles stretching him open, scissoring back and forth faster in time
with the hand on his cock, and all Stiles could think was, oh god he’s going to
rape me, and then kill me, and then bury me in the woods and my dad will never
find me, I’ll be on unsolved mysteries... oh god, he’ll think I ran away.  A
deep growl from Peter brought him back to the present and shocking him out of
his thoughts.

“ You are my good boy, aren’t you Stiles?” Peter whispers in a deep voice into
his ear as too sharp teeth are nipping at his ear, “Because bad boys get
punished, and good boys get treats.” Stiles shuddered at the image the words
treats and punishmentsbrings, Stiles hoped he never found out what Peter’s idea
of a treat or punishment was, and another gasping sob slipped out of his gagged
mouth and more tears leaked out of his eyes. Stiles couldn’t believe this was
happening to him, he never thought that the bad touch would be happening to him
, and not by Peter Hale, crazy Alpha, murderer, and now- Pedophile. Stiles
could feel Peter’s fingers deep inside of him, but that wasn’t the worst part,
the worst part was that Stiles liked it, his dick was hard and the fingers up
his ass kept brushing up against something deep inside that was making sparks
go off behind his eyes. Making him sob from more then the fact that he was
getting raped by Peter freaking Hale.

“Your not paying attention, Stiles,” Peter’s voice whispered into his ear, and
Stiles was brought back to the present as Peter pulled his fingers out of his
ass, leaving Stiles’ hole empty and gaping, making him whine at the loss, at
the open loose feeling that being without Peter’s fingers left him. “ Look at
yourself Stiles, Begging for more, youwantme to fill you up, don’t you?” Peter
nudged his cock into Stiles’ ass pressing into that first ring of loosened
muscle, one push away from breeching him, “ You want me to breed you, don’t you
boy?”

Peter pulled Stiles’ head back and roughly tore the gag out of his mouth. “Tell
me you want it, tell me you want me to breed you full Stiles,” Peter growled
into his ear. Stiles wanted to say something, anything - please don’t, fuck you
you crazy bastard, no please don’t, please don’t kill me, but all that came out
was- “Please,-” and Stiles couldn’t even finish his thought, before with a
growl, there suddenly Peter was thrusting all the way inside of Stiles filling
him up, and stealing all of Stiles’ words and making him sob at the intrusion
of Peter’s cock deep inside of him. Stiles was so full, his insides felt like
they were going to burst, and tear open at any moment. He could feel the weight
of Peter on his back and the warmth of his hand still sliding back and forth
over his cock, waiting until the pressure subsided and he started talking
again, bringing Stiles up to his knees on the forest floor to whisper in his
ear.

“I knew you wanted it,” Peter growled, “I knew you’d be begging like a bitch in
heat, letting me breed you full. Do you want my cubs, Stiles? I could see you
belly full of my seed, you want me to mate you Stiles?” Stiles whimpered, at
the thought, that’s not possible, I can’t get pregnant, but the notion slipped
away as Peter started to move. Stiles felt his whole body quiver in fear as he
felt Peter’s claws lengthen and bite into the skin around his neck and fought
the urge to giggle hysterically as Peter pushed his face back toward the ground
and began to thrust roughly in and out of him again hitting his happy spot
every time. This couldn’t be happening to him, Stiles thought, those little
moans and whimpers aren’t coming out of my mouth. But he could hear them-
pleading little sounds like, like a bitch in heat, just like Peter said. Stiles
could feel his body react to every move of the Alpha’s cock inside him, every
touch of Peter’s hand on his dick was making him more and more aroused,  and
even though he knew it was wrong he could feel his body pushing himself
backwards onto Peter’s cock. When suddenly, he started to feel Peter’s dick
start to... swell.  

Oh god, this is not happening. What the fuck is that? Stiles thought, opening
his mouth to ask the question, but then moaning out loud instead as the
swelling pushed against the rim of his hole and up against that pleasurable
spot inside of him, sending sparks flying through his brain faster then before,
so intense he thinks, he might black out.

“You feel that Stiles? That’s my knot, it’s swelling up for you, going to pump
you so full of my seed you won’t be able to move, it’s going to tie you to me
for hours, fill you full of my cubs.” Before Stiles to even begin to process
that thought, Stiles could feel Peter’s knot- like a dog, his knot getting
bigger and bigger inside of him, making him cry out and his fingers dig into
the forest floor trying to get away from the unbelievable pressure inside of
him, filling him up andoh god,  he thought, it’s going to tear me apart. Stiles
moaned and tried to lurch away from the sensation of the alpha’s knot swelling,
from the feel of Peter on his back, the claws pressed into the back of his neck
almost drawing blood, and all Stiles wanted was to get away, but he couldn’t.
Peter’s Alpha dick was Stuck inside of him, trapping him. Stiles felt the world
wavier for a moment as darkness started to fill his vision, just before the
pressure stopped building and leveled out, just riding that line of too much,
so painful it was almost pleasure- to much and not enough.

“Can you feel me Stiles? Can you feel me breaking you open and filling you with
my seed?” Peter  asked breathlessly as he pressed himself along Stiles’ back,
still making little thrusts with his hips. Pushing his knot into Stiles’ happy
place a little harder every time, making Stiles’ vision turn black and white
with every press of his hips and gasping for air. “You’re so tight Stiles, so
pretty wrapped around my cock like a good little bitch. You’re such a good boy,
aren’t you Stiles, my good boy.” That was the last thing Stiles heard before he
blacked out completely was the alpha whispering how Stiles was his good boy.

 When Stiles comes to, he can still feel Peter’s knot pumping out cum inside of
him in hot long bursts and the Alpha’s hand on his dick, purple from his denied
arousal, with Peter’s steady stream of words spilling into his head, telling
him what a good boy he was, how tight, how sweet, how good he smelled and what
a good bitch he was taking the alpha’s seed and making Peter cubs. Before
suddenly Stiles is cumming so hard that he blacks out again- the word cubs,
ringing in his ears as his world fades to black.
 
This time, he thinks, for good.
End Notes
     So, I've had this plot bouncing around my head for a couple
     months.... I'm sure there are a lot of grammatical errors and way,
     way, too many commas but I hope you like it regardless. :} Comments
     are love, if you like it let me know if you'd like some more.
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