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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Kissing, Knotting, Implied_Mpreg, underage_-_Stiles_is_17,
      Peter_not_a_creeper, Peter_wants_puppies, Suprise_knotting, Vaginal_Sex,
      Boypussy
  Series:
      Part 3 of Stiles_and_his_magical_Cunt
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-19 Words: 2968
****** Peter is the Wolf ******
by Mutakan
Summary
     Peter gets a hint that Stiles isn't all male. Lucky for him Stiles
     thinks Peter smells nice.
"Hey! Derek?" Stiles calls as soon as he gets the sliding metal door open. His
bag slung over one shoulder. "I... damn it man! You were supposed to be here at
four O-clock!" he yells into the seemingly empty loft. He pulls his bag off of
his shoulder, slamming it into the floor near the couch. "Stiles, be at my
place by four, so we can go over that stuff you researched so late into the
night that by the time you were done you had to get ready for school and you
ended up sleeping through math because you didn't get any sleep last night." he
grumbles. Plopping down on the couch with a huff.
"He had to pick up Isaac." comes a soft voice from the stairs.
"Jeebus!" he nearly screams. Jerking to a standing position, hand clutching at
his tee shirt over his heart. "Peter!" he yells, pointing a finger at him.
"Don't do that!"
Peter only smirks, coming down the rest of the steps. He liked Stiles. Liked
him alot. Even felt a pang of longing that the boy didn't take the bite when he
had the chance. Stiles always kept everyone on their toes. "I told him I'd wait
for you."
"Gee thanks, Derek, leave me with the creeper." he mumbles to himself, even as
he blushes brightly. Derek knew of his condition. And had sworn to keep it on
the low. But, Peter was a wolf too. "I'll just leave it here and he can go
through it later." he lifts up his bag, making his way over to the table near
the large windows.
"Hmm."
Stiles tries his best to keep his heart as normal as he can. Tries to think of
his coach naked. All to keep thoughts of how Peter always smells so nice out of
his head. "Here, that's all of it. Um.." he turns around and starts. Peter had
snuck up on him, was now in his personal of all personal space. "Dude. Back
up." he brought up a hand to push at Peter's broad chest.
"Don't want to." he says, his voice low. As though he was trying to keep
himself from growling. "Stiles? Why is it that whenever we are alone your heart
does this little skip-a-beat?" he asks, leaning over the boy. Pressing his nose
against the youth's left ear. "Why is it that you always smell like your ready
for me?" he murmurs, bringing a hand up to brush his thumb over Stiles' bottom
lip. "Hmm?"
"I... I have... um." he gulps, feeling his cheeks heat up further. "I'm not
normal."
"I know that, Stiles." he says just as softly, "But, that isn't what draws me
to you. Now is it? The urge to get into things that don't concern you. The
ability to make anyone follow you into danger, has nothing to do with how not
normal you are. Is it?" His face was so close to Stiles'. Lips grazing the
teen's cheek.
"I..." he stammers, "We... can't do anything here. Derek can't know. Okay? I
mean he knows. But, if we hook up, he can't know that we did anything here.
He'd throw a fit at me and probably hurt you." he rambled. "Last thing I or
even you need is for the Alpha to kick either of our asses beca..." he blinked
as Peter gave up listening to him, to press a firm kiss to his parted lips.
Tilting his head, Peter drove his tongue deep into the teen's slack mouth. "Mm,
remind me to do that more often." he smirks at the dumbfound look on Stiles'
face.
"Uh... wha?" he blinks a moment. He swallows quickly. "Okay. If you really want
to do this. We can't do it here. Okay. Never in Derek's home. Never." he pokes
Peter in the chest.
With a smirk on his face, he leans in. "Whatever you say, Stiles. Though, we
could go to my place. Its a few blocks away. You've never been, have you?" he
asks the youth. Who shakes his head. "Then send Derek a text, and follow me."
he pressed a quick teasing kiss to Stiles' lips. Turning, he walked from the
loft. Smirking as Stiles quickly followed, the sounds of him typing away in his
phone making that smirk grow.
Stiles nearly ran after Peter, but then slipped on his ass as he forgot his
bag. He only had to leave a few folders with all the research he did. He ran
back to the table to grab his bag. Colliding with the table, he huffed out a
breath, grabbing his now mostly empty backpack.
"Slow down before you hurt yourself." came Peter's amused voice.
"Sh-shut it!" he grumbled. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He walked
briskly, but didn't run at Peter this time. "After you, oh creeper wolf." he
gestured with his hand down the hall.
"Don't call me that." he grumbled, making his way to the elevator doors. "Did
you drive here?" he asks as the doors shut and the little room starts to
descend.
"Nope. Jeeps in the shop. Turns out if you crash it into a tree during a freak
wind storm that it probably wont drive for a while." he says, trying to not
smirk at the look Peter throws him. "What? I could barely see, I was going way
faster than I should have, and wammo! Hi tree, meet the front end of my jeep.
Are we friends now, good, because my jeep ain't going anywhere for a while. Can
you watch him while I take this bat and go save my dad and friend's parents?"
he rolls his eyes.
Peter only smiles slowly, "A simple no, would have been fine, Stiles. We'll
take my Hummer." he says quietly. Not wanting to spook the boy. He stood close
to Stiles. Taking in his intoxicating scent. How he could smell like a bitch in
heat was beyond him. "You smell so good." he sighs, burying his nose into the
boy's hair. He steps back, letting Stiles exit the elevator as the doors open
in the garage. They make their way to the silver hummer.
Stiles stays quiet through the drive. That doesn't mean his leg doesn't bounce.
Because, it totally does. The whole drive. Which wasn't long as Peter made it
seem. Though if Stiles had walked to the apartment, it would have taken him
longer. He also bites at his nails. He just about screams when Peter finally
parks. He grabs his bag and follows the beta wolf up to his apartment. "This is
nice." he says after a while. The elevator to the sixth floor is wood paneled,
the floor carpeted. While Derek's was all metal. In a giant metal building.
This place looks more like a place he'd rent when he gets old enough to get a
job and move out of his dad's house. They go down a long hallway until they
reach apartment 606. He raises a brow at that. "What? 666 already taken?" he
asks with a smirk to his tone.
"Shut up, this one has a nice view." scoffs Peter. Letting the teen into his
apartment. Its modest. His wolf rumbles with pride at showing a pack member
that he trusts his home. "Put your bag here." he points at a coat rack. "That
way you won't loose it." he says softly, bending down to whisper it into
Stiles' ear. Making the teen jerk. "Relax, I'm not gonna bite." he smirks.
Walking into his front room. "Unless you want me to. Not like I can make you a
wolf." he takes a seat on his couch. Looking up at he youth as he puts his bag
on the coat rack. His jacket following.
"This is nice. Cozy." he nods, walking up to the couch. "No TV?" he looks
around the room.
"I only eat, sleep and fuck here. What would the point of a TV do me?" he asks
the teen.
"Gah." blushes Stiles. That blush growing as Peter takes hold of his hips.
"I swear your not a hundred percent male. I think here," he nuzzles at Stiles'
groin. "Is female. Is it, Stiles? Do you have a wet pussy for me?" he asks the
youth. Opening his mouth to press it against the seams of his jeans.
"Gahhh. Did Derek tell you!? He said he'd keep it quiet. That liar." he
grumbles, trying to not thrust forward.
"Derek knows what's under these jeans? How am I not surprised?" he murmurs,
using a free hand to undo the buttons of Stiles' jeans. Pulling them open.
"Show me Stiles. Show me what my nephew wouldn't share with me." he ground his
mouth into the seam of Stiles' jeans near his groin. The scent of female was
only strong here. The rest of his body gave the scent of male.
"Promise to not judge me?" he asks, hooking his thumbs into his jeans and boxer
briefs. When Peter says he wont laugh or mock him, he lowers the bunching
fabric to his knees. Blushing from throat to ears as Peter stares at his groin.
Well, its more like a crotch. His crotch.
"How? Stiles." he moans, diving forward to lap at the tight little slit. His
nose pressed firmly into Stiles' pubic bone. "Are you in heat, Stiles? Is your
body ready to get pregnant?" he asks. Looking up to the youth's face. Taking in
his flushed cheeks, blown pupils and how he keeps brushing his tongue against
his full bottom lip. "Off," he says, standing before the teen, pulling at his
many layers of shirts. He eases Stiles out of all of them. "Perfect." he moans.
Taking in the sight before him. All lean muscles, flat chest that screams male.
To his flat stomach, eying his slender hips until his now blue gaze focuses on
the smooth small pussy.
"Not fair." he grumbles, pulling at Peter's v-neck shirt. Tugging it free of
his jeans, the two work to get Peter just as naked. Stiles leans in to lick at
a strong pectoral. Tongue grazing his nipple.
"That's a good boy." he hums, petting the boy's hair. They both worked to get
Peter's jeans to his ankles.
"Oh my god." exclaimed Stiles, eying the large cock. "That isn't going to fit."
he whimpered. Watching as Peter's half hard cock twitched. Jerking up towards
his stomach as he continued to get hard for the teen.
"I'll make it fit, Stiles." he took hold of Stiles' hips. "If we have to, I'll
use some lube. Hm? Even though I can scent how wet you already are. Just look."
he held Stiles' gaze until the teen looked down at himself. He used his middle
finger to part the tight folds, watching in awe as Stiles' slick trailed up
towards his hidden clit. Bubbling wetly from his sex. "That's a good boy, look
at that lil cunny. So wet and I have barely touched it." he praises. Sitting
once again on the couch. "How about you help yourself out, Stiles? Get my cock
wet for that pretty little pussy."
The boy could only blush in arousal. The one and only time he was with Derek
was gentle and sweet. Peter seemed to know what to say to get him hot and
bothered. He went to kneel before Peter, resting his body between his thighs.
"Want me to suck you?" he asks, reaching for the thick cock. He put his elbow
on Peter's thigh, his arm resting against the hard length. "Fuck... your almost
as big as my arm." he moaned. The cock was thick, thicker than Derek but just
as long. He wanted to thank werewolf genes for their foreskin. With Derek it
had helped, and he knew that he'd need that extra to help with how thick Peter
was.
Peter watched as Stiles brought his cock to the boy's lips. Groaned at the
feeling of Stiles pulling his foreskin back from his broad cock head. Watching
as that pink little tongue flicked against his slit. "Good boy, suck that cock
nice and wet for that pretty pussy." he groans. Holding himself still. Letting
the teen do as he pleases.
Stiles moans at the flavor of his precum. Opening his mouth as wide as he
could, taking the thick cock head into his mouth. Moaning at how his foreskin
shifted in his grip. Pressing his mouth as far down as he could. Pulling his
cheeks in as he sucked as hard as he could. Earning a lewd curse from Peter. He
tried to smile around the cock in his mouth, choking as Peter thrust up into
his throat.
"Little tease." he growled, standing up before Stiles. Holding fist fulls of
the boy's hair, he started to pump his hips against the boy's face. Forcing him
to take inch after thick inch of his cock. Groaning at the lewd wet sounds the
boy was making.
"Grawwk. Rawwk!" he whimpered out, feeling tears form in his eyes. He moved his
hands out of the way. Keeping them on Peter's flexing thighs. Looking up with
moist eyes, watching Peter's face as the wolf lets himself go. Taking control
of how Stiles moves on his cock. His throat bulges as Peter presses as deep as
he can. Holding him a moment before letting him off of his now soaked cock.
"Gahh! Ahh."
"Good boy. Took my cock so well." he moans, bending over to place an open kiss
to Stiles' slack mouth. "Want my cock in that tight pussy now?" he asks,
smirking as Stiles nods slowly. "Up on the couch baby. On your knees for me."
he watches as Stiles slowly moves, as though his body is on delay from his
brain. He groans at the sight of the teen on his knees on the couch, his upper
body pressing against the cushions. "Good boy. Spread those thighs. Let me see
that wet cunt." he instructs. Watching Stiles spread his thighs until one leg
was stretched out, his foot resting on the floor.
"L-like this?" he asks. Looking over his shoulder at the wolf. He moans at the
feral look in the man's eyes. "Gonna fuck me?" he asks, wiggling his ass back
at the werewolf.
"Stiles." he says firmly, as if trying to keep the boy from teasing him
further. He grips the boy's slender hip, his free hand holding his cock in
place. They both cry out with how it feels. A aching burn as Peter stretches
his opening, and how tight and wet he is for Peter. "Take it... all of it." he
groans, pressing harder into the boy. Holding still as he buries himself to the
hilt. Glad that Stiles could take all of him. "Such a good boy. Such a good
cunt boy." he groans.
"Oh god that's hot! Call me that again!" he cries out, pressing back against
Peter's hips. Feeling the man's cock head bump his cervix. "Fuck me. Fuck me
how you wanna fuck me." he pants out, reaching between his parted thighs to rub
at his hard clit.
"I'll fill you up with all my cum, get you pregnant on my cock." he pants.
Shifting to grip both hips as he holds the boy still. He pulls at Stiles as he
starts to piston into and out of him. The sounds of flesh slapping against
flesh filling the small apartment. His full balls bumping against Stiles hand,
making his own rhythm at rubbing his clit falter. He bends over Stiles' back.
"Come for me, baby cunt boy. Want all that cunt juice lubing up my cock." he
growls into the teen's ear.
"Mmph!" Stiles whimpers, crying out as Peter bites at his shoulder with blunt
human teeth. "Gah!" he cries out, rubbing once, twice until his clit sings with
pleasure. His inner walls flexing around Peter's cock. Feeling ever inch of his
thrusting cock. His hand drops to the cushions as he goes limp under him.
"Mmm, good boy." he groans, hilting into Stiles, letting his knot finally form.
He wanted Stiles pliant before he tried this. Before he tied them together.
"Such a good cunt boy, eager to give me pups." he moans. Smirking as Stiles
jerks to the feeling of something thicker stretching his cunny opening.
"Gaa? The fuck is that?" he yelps, trying to pull away. Claws at his hips keep
him still as Peter lets his knot grow. Tying them together.
He nearly howls as his cock erupts in the boy's cunt. Filling up his small womb
with his seed. The knot he formed keeping all of his potent cum in the boy's
body. The tip of his cock pressed against his cervix. Forcing spurt after spurt
into the fertile little organ. He huffs against Stiles' shoulders. Licking at
his nape. "Good boy." he moans. "Get you so full of my pups."
Stiles shivers, knowing it has to be a werewolf thing. He really hopes he can't
get pregnant, but from how content Peter sounds, he starts to wonder if he
could get pregnant. "You really knotted me?" he grumbles, trying to hide his
secret hopes.
"Hmm, best way to get a human pregnant with a werewolf. Male or female. Your
just lucky that your both." he sighs, moving his arms under Stiles. Hands
splayed over his chest and upper stomach as he shifts them on the large couch.
Laying back with Stiles sprawled over his chest and front. "But, it might be
best if we do this for the next couple of days. Just to make sure you get full
with my pups."
Stiles hides his smile. "Derek's gonna kill you."
"Been there, done that." he smirks against Stiles shoulder. Enjoying the
feeling of the youth's giggles.
~End
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