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****** Briar Stiles (Or Five Times Stiles got Fucked by Werewolves while
Sleeping, and Five Times when he was Awake) ******
by ClassiqueMystique
Summary
     Stiles said he would do all he can to help his pack. And he meant
     it…in every way required.
     11/13/16: I've added another new chapter. The pairing this time is
     Stisaac. Enjoy!
     Please read the notes before proceeding, just in case.
***** Let the Fun Begin *****
1
 
Stiles remembered the day he attended his first pack meeting. Derek had called
him on his cell and told him to be at the loft by seven. Never said what it was
concerning, but Stiles didn’t care. He drove all the way to Derek’s with a
smile on his face. Finally, he had thought. The others consistently pestered
him to help with research to solve their problems in the past, and Scott always
needed help with something werewolf related, or Allison related. The latter
probably frustrated Stiles the most. But never before had he been asked to go
to the official pack meetings. Never before had they wanted to include him.
 
When he got there, he was surrounded by the warm contented smiles on everyone’s
face, even Derek’s. The latter nearly being a source of a heart attack for him.
And the whole gang was there: Derek, Isaac, Jackson, Lydia, Scott, Allison, and
Peter. They immersed him immediately into their conversation, thanking him for
all he’s done, making him feel welcomed and wanted. It was like a dream come
true for the teen—his own personal rite of passage into this exclusive family.
He embraced everything with open arms. So that’s why, when the meeting was over
and Derek approached him to quietly pose the question “How far would you go to
help your pack mates,” Stiles responded; “I’ll do whatever is required of me.”
Those were words he would never forget, or regret.
 
And as he stood in front of his mirror, dressed only in an over sized t-shirt,
the light of the moon bathing him in her glow, he smiled. “Let the fun begin.”
TBC....
***** When the Princess Sleeps: Encounter With an Alpha *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
2
 
The nighttime visits didn’t start right away. It took almost two months since
his first pack meeting before the first werewolf crept into his bedroom through
his window one night. Then one by one, they all did. Somehow, they all
coordinated their visits so that no one’s overlapped. At least that’s what
Stiles believed, even though he had no way of being truly certain. Because
whenever a wolf came to him, he was always asleep, and Stiles could sleep like
the dead. In fact, his mom used to call him Briar Stiles, after the fairy tale
Briar Rose, or Sleeping Beauty. No amount of yelling, hitting or horseplay
would be enough to wake Stiles up when he went under. In fact, he slept right
through an earthquake onetime years ago, never once hearing one of the trees
outside his window fall over onto the house and crash into his bedroom. So
naturally, the first werewolf—the Alpha of Beacon Hills—was able to come and go
with no problem. And Stiles had no problem with that.
 
Derek visited just after the full moon of March. At least Stiles was pretty
sure it was Derek. Every one of his wolves had their own signature—every one of
them left clues behind which Stiles used to identify who had fucked him the
night prior. He never said anything to any of them while he was awake, of
course. But in his mind, he could tell when his body had had some quality time
with Derek. When conscious, Stiles noticed that Derek seemed to be the only one
near bursting with a combination of pent up energy, anger and sexual
frustration. So he figured that the finger-shaped bruises on his shoulders and
hips had to have been Derek’s doing. He must have needed desperate release. The
thought alone made the teen hard one morning as he brushed the tips of his
fingers over the rim of his sore hole. He moaned at the idea that Derek came
through his only window last night, his huge cock straining against the seam of
his jeans. Stiles wished he could have seen the Alpha’s face when he saw his
prey asleep belly down, naked, and with his ass high in the air. Stiles glanced
at his fingers, smiling when he noticed them glisten in the early morning
light—a mixture of lube and cum. Lots of cum. He wondered if Derek was pleased
when first touched Stiles, noticing that the teen had prepped himself. Did he
think about it—did he try to picture it? Did he imagine Stiles lying in the
middle of his bed, knees bent to his shoulders with three fingers pumping in
and out of his hole? Did he wish he were there to watch?
 
Stiles bypassed his cock, running his hands over his hairless balls. He was
surprised but even more excited to feel two thin lines of curved bumps spanning
almost the entire length. He didn’t need a mirror to know what it was. Teeth.
And to be even more specific, zipper teeth. The thought filled Stiles with
glee. Derek couldn’t even wait to take his jeans off before he fucked him
rough—rough enough to leave an imprint. An imprint that should have faded a
while ago if the Alpha arrived in the dead of night. Stiles glanced at his
bedside clock, the red letters reflecting 5:06am. He moaned as he slipped his
fingers inside, whimpering at the feel of his digits brushing against the sore
walls of his soaked passage. Derek not only fucked him hard, but repeatedly
until the sun began to rise only a minutes ago.
 
The teen came untouched at the thought, ropes of white splashing onto his belly
and chest. The fist in his mouth prevented him from making a sound, and it was
a good thing too. Because then he was able to hear the sound of a car—the rev
of a certain Camaro—speed off into the distance.
 
Stiles grinned. He decided that he quite liked Derek’s visits.
 
TBC…
 
Chapter End Notes
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***** And When the Princess is Awake: Derek’s Return *****
Stiles barely manages to prevent himself from tumbling to the floor after one
of Derek’s particularly hard thrusts. They started off in the middle of the
bed, but their furious fucking actually propelled him across the soft, plushy
surface to the edge. Now Stiles’ hanging off the side of his bed with his hands
pressed flat against the wooden floor below him and his ass raised high in the
air. Derek is kneeling behind him, pounding his hole relentlessly, the Alpha’s
fingers bruising the pale skin of his hips.
 
“Tell me how good this feels,” Derek growls out.
 
Stiles moans loudly while Derek’s cock slips in an out of his hole at a
punishing pace. “So fucking good. I love when you fuck me hard. I love when you
make me your bitch,” he hiccups. And he does: he really means every single
word. Stiles loves how rough the Alpha is with him—how dominated he feels.
 
“I know you do. Your hole is such as slut for my cock, pulling me deeper inside
you. Feel so hot and tight around my cock. Your hole was meant for fucking an
Alpha.” Derek reaches down to slip his fingers through Stiles’ hair, grabbing
it and yanking him back up so he could bite the soft flesh of his neck—so he
could mark him. “I can’t wait to cum and fill you up nice and full. To see your
belly full of my cum.”
 
Stiles keens and nods frantically. He wants that too. He wants it so badly.
 
Just then the front door downstairs opens and shuts, and his father calls out
to him. “Stiles, I’m home. Come down for lunch in 5. I brought home take out.”
 
Stiles panics. On one hand he doesn’t want to stop at all. He just wants to
ignore the entire goddamn world so he can continue to get pounded like the slut
he is. But on the other hand, Stiles knows his father well, and he knows that
if he doesn’t make an appearance downstairs soon, his dad will come upstairs to
get him. And his father finding him with Derek balls deep inside of him is just
not on his list of things he wants to have happen…ever.
 
Derek maneuvers the teen to his bedroom door, all the while with his cock still
deep inside of him and moving though at a slower pace. The only sound is the
jingling of Derek’s belt. Because oh yeah, he forgets to mention that
throughout their entire “fucking” session he was completely naked while the
Alpha was completely clothed save for his jeans which was unfastened yet still
seated on his hips.
 
Derek opens the door. “Say something.”
 
Small tears form in the corners of Stiles eyes as Derek hits his prostate dead
on. “Huh?” he breathes out deliriously.
 
“Say something or he’ll come up here.”
 
Footsteps sound, stopping near the foot of the stairs. “Stiles did you hear
me?”
 
He tries to keep his voice even and normal as he replies; “Y-yeah dad. I’ll
come in five minutes.”
 
His father grunts out an okay while Derek chuckles in his ear. “I think I can
make you cum in four.”
 
He opens the door and gently pushes Stiles all the way out, leading him to the
top of the stairs despite the teen’s protest.
 
“What are you doing? My dad might hear us and come to investigate. I don’t want
him to see us.”
 
Derek lies down onto the floor and pulls Stiles onto his lap so the teen’s back
presses against his chest. “Then don’t let him hear us. Stay quiet and we’ll be
fine.”
 
Stiles tries to protest but his mind goes completely blank when the Alpha slips
inside him again. He lets Derek manhandle him however he wants, the older man
eventually settling for holding Stiles legs up and open while he pumps his
thick cock up into his hole. It feels so good to be open like this and Stiles
is sure he looks like a wanton whore, getting fucked literally a few feet away
from where his father is. He wants to cry out so badly at the thrill of this—of
the thrill that he could be caught in this compromising position at any moment.
And for a split second he doesn’t care if he does get caught—he doesn’t get
care if his daddy catches him with his legs wide open and a thick cock
furiously pounding his hole while he bounces up and down on Derek’s lap.
 
His father then calls out from the kitchen. “Stiles, are you coming?”
 
Yes, he thinks. Cause the mere thought of someone possibly watching him getting
fucked out his brains is enough to send Stiles over the edge and with a muffled
cry—because Derek is smart enough to slap a hand over his mouth—he comes all
over his chest and belly. He trembles above Derek, his hole contracting and
spasming around the hard length in his passage. His breathing is rapid and he
can literally hear his heart pounding in his ears…
 
And he can also hear heavy footfalls coming closer to the stairs. It’s a good
thing that he’s not near the edge where someone could see him if they were
standing at the base. Especially because Derek hasn’t come yet, his hard cock
still thrusting a mile a minute.
 
“Stiles?” The first stair creaks under his father’s weight as he slowly
ascends.
 
Stiles whimpers as Derek fucks him even faster, and Stiles is grateful that the
Alpha wasn’t completely naked because the sound of Derek’s balls slapping
against his skin would have been unmistakable, even to his father’s ears.
 
The second stair creaks.
 
“Derek,” he whimpers partly out of need because he is already half hard again,
but mostly out of panic. Now he isn’t so sure if he wants daddy dearest to find
him riding Derek in their hall way.
 
“This is fun, isn’t it Stiles,” the Alpha chuckles quietly.
 
The third stair creaks.
 
“Times up Stiles,” the older Stilinski calls out.
 
Stiles almost laughs at his father’s choice of wording. “Yeah Derek, times up,”
he whispers back to his Alpha.
 
Derek growls and changes his angle in response, targeting the teen’s sweet spot
in revenge. Stiles suddenly forgets that his father is mere seconds away from
seeing him and he cries out before Derek can stop him. Luckily for Stiles, the
cock inside him belongs to a werewolf with super abilities, because even though
his dad quickens his ascent up the stairs, Derek already has them both off the
floor and into his bedroom before the Sheriff makes it to the top.
 
“I’m fine dad. Go back downstairs. I’ll be right behind you,” Stiles yells
shakily.
 
He presses his cheek against his bedroom door as Derek once again resumes
fucking him. They both hear his father take a few steps towards his room before
he mutters something about weird teenagers and goes downstairs again. “Well
lunch is ready if you want it,” his dad yells out.
 
Stiles releases a deep breath just as Derek seizes up behind him. He shutters
as the Alpha’s liquid heat soaks his passage, filling him with so much cum that
it seeps out and runs down the backs of his thighs.
 
He waits until Derek eventually pulls out before he turns around in his arms
and swats him upside the head. “I hate you,” he says while trying to really
mean it.
 
Derek looks down between them to Stiles’ cock which is fully hard again and
straining alongside his cum-slick belly. “No you don’t.”
 
They stare at each other for a few moments before they break out into
laughter—the kind that looks good on Derek as it softens his face and the steel
edge of his jaw. Delighted that Stiles could do that to him, he reels Derek in
for a kiss. “No I really don’t,” he says against his Alpha’s lips. “Feel free
to fuck me like that anytime.”
 
Derek moans, kissing Stiles hard and deep before he pulls away. He wraps a hand
around Stiles’ cock, stroking it leisurely while he looks into the teen’s brown
eyes.
 
“Glad you approve. Because I’ll be fucking you all over every inch of this
house.”
 
Stiles whimpers, thrusting into Derek’s hand with a huge grin on his face. He
can’t deny that calling Derek over to his house today was the best decision
he’s made in his life to date, and the prospect of more sex to come had him
teetering over the edge once more. “Yes Alpha.”
 
TBC…
***** Best Friends 4 Life *****
Scott was undoubtedly the pig of the lot. Stiles and Scott hung out all the
time, so Stiles should have been aware that his best friend’s sloppy habits
wouldn’t have changed just because they started fucking. Every day after Scott
came over, Stiles had to pick up crumbs of food from his bed and pillows, and
one time there was even a whole slice of pizza wrapped up in between the
sheets. It was gross, and Stiles started to wonder if maybe he should ban Scott
from his bedroom altogether.
 
It didn’t really help to improve his idea of his best friend when he noticed
how sticky and dirty he was in the mornings, often covered in his own cum and
whatever food Scott had eaten in his bed the night prior. I mean, what did
Scott think this was? A slumber party?
 
But as he cleaned up around his room completely naked, something clicked inside
of Stiles’ brain and he smiled. Yeah, Scott did think it was a slumber party.
And he knew why. Years ago when they were both thirteen, Scott had stayed at
Stiles house because at the time, the werewolf’s parents were going through a
messy divorce. Their parents had let them stay home from school and they had
played video games all day long and had rocky road ice cream, Cheetos and
purple Skittles for lunch. At night, after Stiles’ dad had let them play in the
cruiser (with the ignition turned off because the Sheriff knew the crazy
tendencies his son had on occasion), the boys had laid down in their makeshift
tents in Stiles’ room. They were on their backs and side by side, so close that
they were touching. “I wish this would last forever,” said Scott.
 
Stiles shifted his right arm, grimacing as he peeled flattened, warm Skittles
off his arm. He flicked one at Scott. “I wish you would learn to clean up after
yourself.”
 
The werewolf smiled sheepishly, curling into Stiles and placing a hand on his
belly. “Sorry Stiles. But I really do mean it. I wish this could last forever.”
 
“What? Skipping school, playing games and eating junk food all day? Sorry buddy
but you’re all alone with that one. I have to keep this good looking figure
somehow.”
 
“No, not that. This.” He hugged Stiles. “I want this to last forever. I want us
to last. Promise me that we’ll stay best friends forever.”
 
Stiles turned over onto his side to face his best friend. “Of course Scott. No
matter what, nothing will tear us apart. We won’t be like them,” he whispered,
knowing that Scott would understand the reference to his parents and their
divorce. He held out his hand, and when Scott did the same he linked their
fingers together.
 
“Stiles, can I tell you something without you getting mad at me or thinking I’m
weird?”
 
The younger Stilinski nodded. Scott took a deep breath and looked away to
collect his bravery. When he gazed at his friend again, he breathed out “I love
you.”
 
There was a moment of silence before Stiles laughed, the small dark freckles on
his cheeks bouncing with every giggle. “That’s it? That’s all that was? You
should have seen how scared you looked man. I thought you were going to die or
something.”
 
Scott frowned and tried to pull away but Stiles wouldn’t let him. Instead he
pulled his friend even closer. “I love you too Scott. I don’t think that’s
weird to say. I’ll always love you.”
 
Scott beamed at Stiles and before the paler boy could blink, he surged forward
and pressed his lips to his own. It was an awkward kiss full of bad technique
and dry chapped lips on both parts. But it was comforting nonetheless and full
of warmth. And both boys found that they liked kissing each other. They got
better at it as they continued to kiss under the cover of darkness, and when
the Sheriff found them in the morning, they were wrapped in each other’s arms
with their noses pressed together and slight smiles on their faces.
 
Stiles walked over to his dresser where a picture of himself and his best
friend was taped to a corner of the glass. He never thought that years later
after they shared their whispered confessions of childhood love that they would
indeed become lovers. He wondered what Scott was like in bed and how the young
werewolf chose to fuck him when he was sleeping. And a part of him is amazed
that he could sleep through their fun times as well. He’s seen Scott naked
before. He knows he’s a big boy. In fact, Stiles wasn’t sure if Scott’s dick
actually qualified to be a dick seeing as how it resembles more of a third leg.
His nickname in his head for his best friend has always been tripod.
 
He began to wonder what their nightly ritual was. Did Scott hold him close as
he had that night all those years ago? Did he murmur soft words of love as he
slipped his giant cock inside Stiles tight hole? Did he run his finger through
Stiles’ hair and kiss every mole on his body as his cock fucked itself deeper
and deeper into the pale body beneath him?
 
Stiles moaned loudly. He slammed the picture in his hands onto the dresser, and
gripped the grooved edge tightly, his nails digging into Cherry wood. He didn’t
realize that amidst his pleasurable reminiscing, he had three fingers plunging
in and out of his still slick hole at a furious pace. He imagined that it was
Scott fucking him so hard and so deep, pounding his prostate dead on. Stiles
spread his feet further and bended over, curling his fingers to get them in as
deep as they could get. He mewled in delight when he was able to wriggle his
pinky finger in alongside the other digits, the stretch so sensational that it
tipped him over the edge. He cried out as he came, streams of white literally
painting the photograph in its entirety.
 
 
TBC...
***** Nothing Cums Between Friends *****
It was late at night the following week when Scott tried to sneak quietly into
Stiles room with a box of pizza. His usual clumsiness was replaced by an
impressive skill of stealth. But it was all for naught when he noticed that
Stiles was awake and sitting up in bed in his pj’s rather than fast asleep. And
when he noticed that he bumped into a small table that was near the window, the
small stack of books placed on it colliding to the floor with a loud thud.
After the initial embarrassment died down and the flaming heat that burned
Scott’s cheeks began to cool, he waved sheepishly at Stiles.
 
“Hey.”
 
Stiles smiled warmly and waved back. “Hey.” When the teen didn’t move Stiles
rolled his eyes and patted the space on the bed next to him. “Well what are you
waiting for? A written invitation?” There was no bite to his words.
 
Scott laughed and went over, toeing off his shoes and tossing his jacket to the
floor. The pizza ended up on the table next to the bed. He sat next to Stiles,
back against the headboard but still at an arm’s length apart. “I didn’t think
you’d be awake,” he said lamely.
 
Stiles arched an eyebrow. “Prefer to molest me in my sleep, do you? Well if you
get me some Benadryl then we can make that happen.”
 
They both chuckled at that, and when the laughter ceased moments later, Scott
nervously began to speak. “It’s just easier to be with you when you’re asleep.
Less likely to be judged and all of that,” he said as he scratched the side of
his neck.
 
Stiles frowned. “Judged? Why would I judge you Scott? In what way?”
 
“Because I’m not the only one that you’ve been with,” came the deadpanned
response. “I can smell them on you when you’re close. Sometimes I can still
smell traces of them…you know…down there.”
 
Stiles blushed and nodded understandingly. “Makes sense,” he said. Slowly he
crawled forward until his face was mere inches away from his friend’s. “Would
it make you feel any better if I told you that you were my first?”
 
Scott snorted. “I kind of know that I wasn’t Stiles.” Nonetheless he pulled the
paler teen close enough that he was half-way straddling his waist. “So how does
that work?”
 
Stiles grinned as he ran his nose all the way up from the base of Scott’s neck
to the soft spot behind his left ear. “You were the first person that I let
into my heart. All those years ago when you held me close and kissed me for the
first time. Do you remember?”
 
Scott smiled and leaned into Stiles’ touch. “Yeah. We were kids though.”
 
“True. But the words spoken are still true. I love you Scott. My first love,”
he whispered as he pressed his lips to his best friend’s. My only love. That
was the part that remained unspoken—the part that would never be spoken. Stiles
had way too much love and affection in his heart to give to be tied down to one
person. That’s just the way things were and Scott would have to accept them at
some point.
 
But maybe not today.
 
“Still wish I was your first,” Scott grumbled.
 
Then something changed. The atmosphere changed. Stiles tensed in his arms and
whimpered slightly. “I don’t know if I’m ready Scott,” he said timidly.
Instantly the werewolf became confused. “Ready for what?”
 
Stiles swatted at his chest at the absurdity of the question. “For tonight
dummy. I’ve…I’ve never been with anyone before and I’m nervous. What if I
don’t, you know…do it right?”
 
“Stiles what are you talking about,” Scott began but when he saw the glint of
amusement and a hidden challenge in Stiles eyes, the werewolf immediately
realized what was going on. He wants to play a game.
 
So Scott went with it.
 
“Don’t worry baby. I’ll teach you.” The baritone of Scott’s voice sent shivers
down Stiles’ spine. He ran his hands up and down his sides, his tanned hands
squeezing paler hips. Stiles whimpered and pressed even closer to the wolf,
gasping slightly when his inner thigh brushed against the hard length between
Scott’s legs. Naturally his curiosity got the best of him and soon Stiles’
fingers were trailing down Scott’s chest and stomach until they came to rest on
the imposing bulge. “It’s gonna hurt,” said Stiles wide-eyed.
 
Scott chuckled. “Only for a little bit. Then it’s gonna feel really good. I
promise you.”
 
“Do you mean that? Will you make me feel good?” Boy Stiles was putting on a
real show. His eyes were wide and watery as if he were a terrified virgin. It
made Scott and his wolf very happy.
 
“Yeah baby I will.”
 
“Then show me Scott. Show me how you’ll make me feel good. Touch me. Fill me
up. Make me scream.”
 
Those were words to live by. In mere minutes Scott had divested himself and
Stiles of their clothes and had three fingers stretching Stiles in preparation
for his cock. The pale teen moaned with every thrust of the thick digits. He
whimpered and clenched at the wolf’s fingers whenever they seemed to slip away
only to sigh when they went back in. It was heaven to feel Scott within him,
but hell when he pulled out completely and replaced his hand with his member.
 
Scott pushed in slowly, the head of his thick cock pushing past the loosened
ring of muscle after a few tries. It felt like Utopia to Stiles and he wanted
nothing more than to yell at his friend for him to push it in all the way and
fuck him hard and fast, but he had to play the part. A virgin would never say
something like that.
 
He had to play the part. For Scott.
 
“T-take it out. ‘Ss too big. Take it out please.” There was a desperation to
Stiles voice that made Scott think for a split second that he might be telling
the truth. But the thought that Stiles had never had a cock in him as big—the
possible idea that Scott could have trumped the other members of his pack in
such an intimate way, had his wolf thrumming in pleasure. “Can’t baby,” he said
as he kissed the corner of Stiles’ mouth.
 
“No please. Take it out Scott. You’re too big—your cock is so huge. My hole’s
too small. You’ll never fit.”
 
Scott chuckled against his lips, the small puffs of air making the corners of
Stiles’ mouth curl upwards into a smile. “Just watch me,” he whispered back,
pushing further and further into Stiles until he bottomed out completely. He
captured the pale teen’s lips, swallowing the cries as he pumped languidly into
the molten heat surrounding his cock.
 
They rocked together passionately, but unhurried. Savoring the time that they
had to explore each of their bodies. With every thrust Scott whispered words of
affections. Perfect. Perfect. That became the mantra spoken by the two of them.
Stiles reached up to smooth back Scott’s hair from his face, making sure that
the wolf could see the love and satiation in his eyes. He wanted Scott to see
his face when he came, painting their bellies with streams of white. For Scott
to know that his cock alone brought him to the point of pure ecstasy. And he
wanted to have a clear view of Scott when the wolf came moments later, filling
his passage with liquid fire, searing him the best way.
 
“I love you Scott,” he panted when his friend pulled out and fell onto the bed
beside him.
 
The wolf blushed and pulled Stiles close, their chests flush against each
other. He nipped at Stiles’ nose and pecked him quickly on the lips. “I love
you too Stiles. And thank you for…everything,” he said sheepishly.
 
Stiles winked at him before closing his eyes. “That's what best friends
are for,” he whispered before the realm of sleep overtook him and he succumbed
to the darkness.
 
TBC...
***** Roses are Red, Violets are Not... *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey all! Sorry I've been away for so damn long. Working on bettering
     my life and career. But I'm back now and I promise that I will finish
     this daggone fic!
     Anyways, I hope these new chappies makes up for my absence. Ladies
     and Gentlemen, I present to you...some Stackson lovin!
     Also, I realize that Jackson is hella OCC in this chappie. Roll with
     it, lol! :D
     Enjoy! :)
     -CM
6
 
Stiles was utterly shocked when Jackson visited. He would have thought that
after years of the jock’s torments, both with his possession of the only girl
he’d ever loved, Lydia, and his place as the head of both the swimming and
lacrosse teams, that the newly turned werewolf would have wanted to assert his
dominance over him. You know, a little bruise here, a little patch of missing
skin and hair there. But Jackson didn’t. It made Stiles think at first that
perhaps Jackson never came to him and that it was someone else. But every wolf
that he’d been with so far had left evidences of their time with Stiles in some
way, shape or form. Derek left him sore, Peter left behind clothing, Scott
usually tore apart his sheets, and Isaac left behind written messages and
lipstick kisses all over his body. Jackson ended up being no exception, but
what surprised Stiles the most, is what the lacrosse player decided to do. One
morning Stiles had awoken to find three dozen bouquets of red, white and pink
roses, accompanied by a box of candy and a letter. Stiles thought he was
dreaming as he crossed the room, the sweet aroma of the roses caressing his
nose as he took a whiff. He lifted the card, briefly inspecting the expensive
Italian stationary before reading the text within.
 
You know who I am—who left all of these things for you. You must be surprised
that I came to see you, and that I left you all of these things. To tell you
the truth Stiles, I’ve had thoughts about you before. About being with you ever
since you made first line on the team and I saw you play. I always wondered
what it would be like with you—to have those long legs wrapped around my
thighs. When I came in through your window last night, I could feel my heart
beating loudly in my chest. I was so nervous. Strange huh? That someone usually
as confident as myself is admitting that I got nervous—that I got weak. Well,
you do that to me Stiles. You make me weak.
 
I thought it would have bothered me that the others in the pack have had
you—that they’ve claimed you in some way. But when i saw you last night, in
only a pair of checkered boxers, I knew that my time with you would be just as
special. And that I would claim a part of you too, in my own way.
 
I wish you could have seen yourself, the way your legs looked around my waist
as I slowly pushed inside. You moaned and whimpered in your sleep, pulling me
deeper inside of you until I bottomed out. I remember looking down at your
face—a perfect picture of innocence—when I started to move. Did anyone ever
tell you how gorgeous your freckles are? How badly I wished I could kiss and
lick every single one that covered your body? Of course being the coward that I
am, I never said a word. But just know that I would. In a heartbeat, if you
asked anything of me, I would do it for you.
 
I tried to stay inside of you for as long as I could; fuck you slow and deep.
Your hole fit around my dick like a sleeve, clinging to me when I thrust
outwards, as if you were afraid I’d leave you. But it was so hard… so hard not
to pound you into the mattress, to hear you whine and moan just a little bit
louder in your sleep. And I would have done too—brutally pound your sweet
hole—just to see if you would wake up and cum from my cock.
 
I remember looking down at us, bending you nearly in half so I could watch
myself slip in and out of you. You made this adorable sound in your sleep, when
I thrust inside of you, seeing if I could get any deeper than I already was. It
was such an enchanting sound—a cross between a whimper and a moan. It made me
impossibly harder when I heard it, so I tried to make you make that sound
again. It took a few tries, but when I did it, I realized immediately that I
was hitting your spot. So I did it again, and again, and you cried out
perfectly each and every time. I wonder if your dad heard you moaning like
that. He was home and in his bedroom as I fucked you.
 
You’re probably wondering where all of this is coming from—the tokens of
appreciation, this letter…etc. I’m not the jerk you think I am, even though you
have every right not to believe that. It’s not like I’ve done a good job at
convincing you otherwise throughout the years. I only wished that we could have
looked into each other’s eyes when I came inside of you. Because maybe, just
maybe, you would have seen the sincerity I hold within.
 
To say Stiles was stunned as he read the letter was the understatement of the
year. He never knew that Jackson could be so….deep with his words. He never
knew that he could be so utterly romantic. That he could be nice. And Stiles
most certainly didn’t know that Jackson had ever desired him in a sexual way.
The guy didn’t necessarily show it. Stiles wasn’t sure if he preferred this
side of Jackson or the one he’s known for so long.
 
I’m coming over tonight Stiles, and I’m going to fuck you again. I doubt I can
stay away from your hole for too long. Stay awake for me tonight Stiles. I want
you to feel me, to see me, to hear me whisper filthy things like how bad I want
to fuck you in the middle of the locker room while our teammates come back from
practice. Damn, I’m hard right now just thinking of being inside you, pumping
you so full of my cum until it drips out of you and onto your sheets. But for
tonight, I have a special request….
 
TBC....
***** Lydia watching us fuck is kinda really hot. *****
Chapter Notes
     Smut is so hard (hehe) to write, but I hope I'm doing a good job.
     Also, new tags (Slut shaming, Pack Whore, Slight Feminization) were
     added specfically for this chapter, as well as for Peter's chapters.
     Please be advised if these new tags are ones that you are not
     comfortable with. Thank you.
     -CM
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7
 
Stiles moaned as Jackson fucked him on his bed. They were lying down on their
sides, Stiles’ back pressed firmly against Jackson’s chest. The jock was
holding his right leg up, thrusting slowly in and out and nibbling on his ear
at the same time. "So fucking tight, baby." Stiles felt like he was fucking
floating on air every time Jackson brushed against his prostate.
“Harder.”
The word was spoken so soft, so seemingly innocent, that Stiles wasn’t even
sure that he heard it in the first place. Because he wasn’t the one that said
it. No, the order came from the petite redhead that sat in the corner watching
them.
Stiles moaned even louder when the thrusts became harder, each one making the
bed vibrate just a little more. His eyes fluttered close at the delicious
pleasure, his legs trying to close on instinct to pull Jackson’s fat cock
deeper inside him.
“Keep the little slut’s legs open.” Jackson obeyed, prying Stiles legs open so
that Lydia could see them fucking. “Fuck him faster.”
She sat there almost statuesque, her face expressionless. Dress from head to
toe in Gucci, she didn’t touch herself. She didn’t participate in any way
except to voice the occasional command. She was so mesmerizing and intimidating
that Stiles found himself torn between staring at her and looking away. He
should be ashamed of himself—he was technically fucking her boyfriend right in
front of her. But this is what she wanted. She wanted to watch Jackson fuck
him—to see what her boyfriend was running off in the middle of the night for.
When he read Jackson’s letter, he found himself so hard at the thought that
Lydia would see him like that. The girl that he loved for most of his life
wanted to see him fuck her boyfriend. It was so unbelievable that Stiles nearly
dismissed the letter as a joke. But when they showed up as promised, Stiles
knew otherwise. And that’s how they ended up here now.
Slowly Lydia rose from her chair and made her way to the bed, toeing off her
shoes and crawling towards them. “Does his cock feel good inside of you?” When
Stiles didn’t respond fast enough, she slapped him. His cock leaked a little
more. “Answer me Stiles!”
“Yes,” he croaked, voice cracking as Jackson pounded his prostate dead on. “Yes
it feels good.”
“What feels good? Say it,” she growled.
“Your boyfriend’s cock,” he panted. “It feels so good inside my hole, fucking
me deep.”
Lydia sneered in disgust. “You’re such a slut Stiles. You don’t have any shame,
do you? Tell me what you are.”
“I’m a whore—a cock hungry slut.”
Lydia chuckled darkly. “I bet you wish you had a pussy, don’t you Stiles? Is
that what you think your hole is? Some sort of wet cunt? Pull out Jackson.”
Like a servant, he followed her order, his cock rock hard and flushed red. Red
painted fingernails grazed the rim of Stiles' hole, her thumbs stretching it
wide enough for her to lodge a wad of spit directly inside. Stiles’ moaned at
the degrading act—at the sight of Lydia between his legs inspecting his hole
like she had every right to do so.
“Control him Jackson, make him beg,” she said sternly. Instantly one of
Jackson’s hands curled in Stiles’ hair, yanking it back. “Beg for my cock you
whore,” Jackson growled in his ear.
“Please,” Stiles moaned weakly. “Please put your cock in me. Please fill me up.
My hole feels so empty.” Stiles earned a slap for that and he nearly came from
the sting of it. “Not your hole Stiles. What’s it called?”
“M-my cunt. Fuck my cunt Jackson.” Like that Jackson thrust in with one rough
stroke, his pace immediately fast and brutal. Stiles’ eyes rolled in the back
of his head, his toes curling taut.
“Oh god your cock feels so good Jackson. Stretching me so wide. Fuck yes.”
“Maybe you should cum in his cunt. Breed him like the little bitch he is,” said
Lydia. Casually she ran a red painted nail up the length of Stiles’ cock.
“Isn’t that what you want slut? You want Jackson’s cum inside of you?”
“Yes,” he whined. He was so close to coming himself that if the wind suddenly
blew, that would be enough to set him off.
“Punish him,” she said to Jackson with a flick of her hair. She reclined next
to them on the bed, watching with relaxed interest as Jackson flipped Stiles
onto his belly, grabbed his hips, and fucked him furiously from behind. Stiles
mewled as he was fucked so hard that the feeling bordered in between pleasure
and pain. The headboard slammed against the wall so loudly, and with a fleeting
thought the teen was grateful that his dad decided to take the overnight shift
at the station. What would his father think if he knew that his son liked
getting bred by werewolf cocks—that there was a different man fucking his son
nearly every night in his room that was only five feet away?
“I want to hear you beg me for Jackson’s cum you nasty slut. Beg me for
permission.”
Stiles’ eyes were filled will delirious tears when Jackson yanked his head by
his hair because the redhead commanded it. The whole situation was so fucking
hot, that Stiles almost wished that the entire pack was here to witness him
getting fucked like this.
“P-please…please Lydia. Please let me have Jackson’s cum. I need it so bad. I
need him to fill me up, stuff my cunt so full of cum…make me wet with it,” he
pleaded.
Lydia waved a hand. “Go ahead Jackson and make it quick,” she drawled with a
bored expression, as if she wasn’t lying next to her boyfriend fucking the
stuffing out of her friend. As if Stiles wasn’t getting his hole brutally
fucked like a two-bit prostitute. She even pulled out her phone, making a
sideways comment that she was on Twitter. That, plus the feeling of Jackson
emptying his load inside of him, scalding him with his hot cum, was enough to
push Stiles over the edge. With a cry he came so hard, ropes of white spurting
all over his sheets below and even hitting him on his chest and chin.
When Jackson pulled out a minute later, globs of his cum followed making Stiles
shiver and whimper at the feeling. He was still seeing stars when Lydia grabbed
his chin, forcing him to look at her. “I’m glad that you had fun Stiles, but
don’t get any silly ideas. Jackson is still mine—you’re just a hole that he
gets to fuck on occasion because I allowit. I hope this is all perfectly
clear,” she said darkly. When the teen nodded, her expression changed to a
pleased one, and she leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Stiles’ lips, her
tongue swiping up a bit of his own cum from them. She made sure that he watched
as she rolled Stiles' cum around her tongue, spreading it across her lips like
it was a new lip gloss. “Good boy,” she said with a wink. She fell back against
the pillows with a small smile. “Now lick Jackson’s cock clean so he and I can
go home. We have a Biology exam in the morning.”
“Yes Lydia,” he said, smiling when Jackson’s cum-covered cock came into view. 
Stiles looked up hazily to see Jackson smile and wink at him, his whole body
feeling extra tingly when the jock caressed his cheek and pulled him closer by
the gentle grip he had on his neck. He giggled and winked back. Did Stiles ever
mention how much he loved being the pack whore?
 
TBC….
Chapter End Notes
     How was it? Too porny? Not enough? Let me know! :)
     Next Up: Peter
***** Its just a wolf, Little Red. *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey everybody!!! Sorry it took a while to update. Just when I thought
     I would have more time to write my fanfics, my acting career just
     took off! Like a rocketship! (Starships are meant to fly :D) But I am
     going to try to finish all of my WIP's, don't worry.
     But as a major note, even though I labelled this as a "Five times"
     story, and intended to include my Stiles/Isaac chapters, its not
     looking likely anymore. I just can't seem to get anything down on
     paper for those two, sorry. I struggled for a while, but
     just...nothing. Sorry folks. I DO however, have an epilogue planned,
     but it might not be everyone's cup of tea, so it will be OPTIONAL. I
     will include that in the taglines so that people don't take my head
     off, lol.
     -CM
8
 
It would be a lie if Stiles said that he was a bit cautious letting Peter fuck
him. Let’s face it, the older werewolf was a teensy bit bat shit crazy, and he
had no problems relaying that over and over again to the pale teen and anyone
else that he came into contact with. But while a huge part of Peter scared the
hell out of Stiles, the remaining bit fascinated him. And for good reason. The
sex was rather amazing and athletic if the bruises and aches in Stiles' neck
and back when he awoke were any indication. But let’s just say that this
particular wolf had a few interesting….quirks that Stiles rather liked. Plus
the pretty gifts that Peter left him were fun as well. Of course he was asleep
when he received them, but his imagination on what Peter did with those things
was thrilling enough.
 
Like the purple panties that he bought Stiles a few weeks ago with the frilly
black, lace edges. Those were nice in their design, and they hugged him in all
the right areas, nestling his cock and balls in a cradle of warm silk. But as
sexy as they were, what really got Stiles in gear was the fact that Peter took
the time to shave his legs, not that there was much hair there to begin with.
But no, his legs were in fact silky smooth to the touch when he ran his fingers
down the length of his calves. and in the glint of his bedroom light, the teen
noticed that his fingernails and toenails were painted in a shimmery shade of
baby pink. Stiles shivered, a small wet patch forming on the front of his
panties. No one had ever pampered him in that sense before, and he found
himself craving that sort of attention again. But only this time, he wanted to
be awake and alert when it happened, which he relayed to the nutty wolf when he
saw him at the next pack meeting.
 
He half expected Peter to rebuff his idea outright, and possibly shame him for
his desires in front of the entire pack. Because that’s the sort of thing that
Peter does for shits and giggles. Instead, Stiles received a piercing stare
that nearly stripped him bare and made his cock hard in 0.3 seconds. Peter had
licked his lips, dragging his eyes over the entire length of Stiles’ body
before nodding curtly and flashing a ravenous grin. “Anything you want
Princess,” he had whispered lowly into the teen’s ear, pinching his behind when
the others weren’t looking.
 
And it was that interaction that led to the current events of Stiles’ day. He
had just finished showering when he came out of the bathroom to find a medium
sized gift bag lying on the middle of his bed. Stiles paused in the middle of
towel drying his hair to inspect the contents, smiling when he saw what was
inside. Beside the bag was a note, the handwriting unmistakable. The teen
couldn’t help glancing around the room even though he knew the wolf responsible
was long gone. He half hoped to see Peter leaning against the wall behind his
bedroom door, but no such luck. So he read the letter, no less pleased by what
was written.
 
       Princess,
         Put these on. Skip school today and make sure we have no
interruptions.
        Don’t disappoint me. The consequences won’t be favorable if you do.
       And remember… you asked for this.
 
                                                                                                              
-P.H.
 
Stiles peered down at the contents of the bag, his lips curling upwards into a
smile. Yes he sure did.
 
TBC…
***** Awww, is that for me Little Lamb? *****
Chapter Notes
     Hope you enjoy this chappie! Please be aware that new tags were added
     based on the kinks addressed in this chapter. You were warned
     accordingly.
     Also, Un-betaed. I will fix errors as I see them. Sorry about that.
     Enjoy! :D
     -CM
See the end of the chapter for more notes
9
 
As quietly as it could be managed, the pale teen shut the front door and
lightly crept up the stairs, making sure to dodge the ones that creaked. The
house keys were clenched in a tight fist so as to make no noise. There was no
telling whether dad was home, but no chances were being taken. If he was home
while school was still in session, there sure would be hell to pay. Or a
lengthy explanation would immediately be required. The teen didn’t find either
of those situations necessary or appealing. Plus the main objective was clear:
make it to the bedroom, hide out for the better part of the day, and make up a
bullshit version of the events of the school day in case dad asked any
questions later. Easy. No sweat. Totally doable.
Except a voice calling out as the teen passed by the door of the home office
had her nearly collapsing of shock.
“Genna? Is that you? What are you doing home?”
Genna sighed, pushing the office door fully open to stand sheepishly in front
of her father. Instantly her fingers played with the hems of her pleated plaid
skirt, her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Dad! You scared me to death. I didn’t think you’d be home. Why aren’t you at
work?”
Her father frowned, the paper that he was reading before she came in slipping
from his grasp. “I’m confused as to why it should matter seeing as how you
should still be in school. Which you aren’t,” he deadpanned. “Care to explain?”
“I left early.”
“Yes Genna. I can clearly see that,” he replied slowly. “The question is why?”
Genna looked down at the ground. “I wasn’t feeling well, so the school nurse
let me go home.”
Instantly her dad’s heated frown melted into a look of concern. “No one called
me though. The school should have called me. I would have come to pick you up
sweetheart.”
Genna shook her head, ebony locks swishing against her shoulders as she did so.
“I begged them not to call you. I didn’t want to bother you with…this.”
Her father stood up and came from behind his desk, his hand grasping hers
gently. He pulled her more into the room where he could get a better look at
her. “With what? What’s wrong sweetheart?”
Genna glanced at her dad, her wide brown eyes capturing his before looking away
once more. “It’s personal dad.”
He wasn’t buying that. “Genna darling; you’re all I have. If there’s something
wrong then you need to let me know so that I can take care of you, just like I
always do. Don’t I always take care of my little girl?”
“Yes daddy,” came the timid response.
Her dad smiled and pulled her closer, rubbing his hands up and down her arms.
“That’s right. Now tell me what’s wrong. I know that I can be a bit of an old
fuddy-duddy, but I promise I’ll do my best to understand. So what’s up?”
Genna bit her lip again, unsure of whether or not she should reveal the truth
to her dad. It wasn’t like she wanted to lie to him. It was just that the truth
behind her silence was a bit awkward in her mind. What if her dad laughed at
her when she told him, or even worse, scowled at her and called her an
embarrassment or something. She doubted he would do that, but still.
In her silence, her dad tried to take a stab at what was wrong. “Is…is this
about your monthly friend? Do you need women’s things from the store?”
Genna’s head snapped up so quickly it almost snapped right off. “What? No dad,
I’m alright with that stuff. It’s just that…well…something’s off with me and I
don’t know what to do.”
“Off? Are you sick? Let me grab a thermometer so we can take your temperature.”
When he moved to stand, Genna quickly pushed him back against the edge of his
desk. “No dad, I’m not sick. Well not really—not in that way at least.”
“Okay,” he said slowly. “So what’s going on? The suspense is killing me.”
Deep breaths, she thought. Might as well get it out. Things might get a bit
awkward afterwards, but he’s your dad. He won’t disown you, silly.
“Well dad, I’ve been feeling a little odd…down there,” she whispered the last
bit.
Peter frowned for a second in thought, before realizing what she meant. Oh,
down there. He gave a tentative smile, trying his best to make his baby girl
feel as comfortable as possible. “In what way Genna?”
“Umm,” she found it impossible to maintain eye contact as she said the next
part, “I’ve been feeling a bit empty.”
Peter repeated the words, dumbfounded.
Genna nodded, shifting from foot to foot, stubbing the toe of her Mary Jane’s
into the carpet. “Uh-huh. It aches sometimes daddy. And I didn’t know what to
do. My stomach gets all fluttery, and my cheeks feel hot and I get that….ache
down there. It gets unbearable daddy, especially at night.”
Peter licked his lips. Well he certainly wasn’t prepared for this. He had to
clear his throat a few times to make sure that his voice was still functioning.
“And what do you do when you get that ache down there sweetheart?”
Genna swallowed loudly, rubbing her thighs together subconsciously. That didn’t
go unnoticed by Peter. “Itouchmyselfdaddy.”
Peter blinked. “What was that, love?”
“I said, I touch myself daddy,” she repeated.
He blinked again. “And does that help when you touch yourself?”
Genna nodded. “It does. Well it usually does. But it didn’t work today for some
reason.”
Peter’s eyebrows nearly climbed off his face. “Today? At school?”
“Yeah. I got the ache during our sex ed lesson and couldn’t concentrate on what
the teacher was saying, so I excused myself from class so I could go to the
bathroom. I tried for so long to make the ache go away daddy. I used two
fingers and everything. But it didn’t work.”
“T-two fingers?”
“Uh-huh, these two,” she said, holding up her index and middle fingers of her
right hand. “I usually feel a lot better when I put my fingers inside myself,
but today it didn’t work. I tried it in so many ways daddy: I tried it hard and
deep at first, then slow and gentle, then quick and rough. And I made sure that
I was wet enough and everything, but nothing worked. I think something’s wrong
with me daddy.”
Peter felt himself drift off into a daze as his daughter spoke. He knew it was
wrong to imagine his daughter in that situation, but he couldn’t help it. His
cock swelled at the thought of his daughter finger fucking her needy little
twat in a stall of the girl’s bathroom, moaning impatiently when her tiny
fingers weren’t getting the job done. And standing in front of him in her white
button down shirt, short skirt, and thigh high white stockings weren’t helping
his raging hard-on. But fuck it, he already knew he was going to hell. Might as
well enjoy every delicious sin he could get his hands on in the meantime.
“Is it still aching, baby?”
“Yes daddy. Worse than ever. That’s why I begged to come home. I was hoping to
try again with my fingers before you got home. I was going to try three fingers
this time,” she said excitedly. Peter groaned, her words going straight to his
leaking cock. He made a vow right then and there that he was going to go
against the law, and everything that was right and just.
“Okay baby. Well I’m glad I stayed home today and that you decided to tell me,
because I can help you Genna. What you’re feeling is completely natural. Most
women go through it—a little bout of female hysteria when they desperately need
to be satisfied in order to think straight. So I’m going to help you get rid of
that pesky ache once and for all. But I need you to show daddy where it hurts
so that I can make it go away. Okay?”
Genna nodded, hopping up on her dad’s desk when he told her too. With her
permission, he pushed her skirt up and slowly pulled her pink panties down,
stopping at one point so that they dangled from one ankle. “Open your legs real
wide and lean back so daddy can see everything baby.” Obediently she did as
instructed and Peter groaned at the sight before him. “Oh yes baby, I see what
you were talking about.” The puckered hole in front of him clenched constantly,
winking enticingly at him. He longed to bury his tongue in that hole—make his
daughter cum from nothing but that alone. But he had a different agenda in
mind, so that would have to wait until next time.
“See daddy? This is what I do when it aches,” she said breathily, caressing her
glistening hole with the pads of her two fingers. They sank into her quite
easily only a moment later, languidly slipping in and out of her passage right
before his greedy eyes.
“Fuck baby,” Peter hissed.
“But it’s not working daddy,” Genna panted. “It’s not working anymore. Not even
when Jackson tried earlier.”
That caught Peter’s attention. “Who is Jackson?” he growled.
Genna’s fingers faltered in their rhythm. “Just a boy at school daddy. A friend
of mine. I told him what was wrong with me and he tried to help me. But it
didn’t work either daddy. His fingers couldn’t help me either. Daddy please
help me. Make the ache go away.”
Peter shushed her, moving her hands away. “You can’t send a boy to do a man’s
job,” he grumbled. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m here now and I’m gonna make
everything alright baby.” He quickly unzipped his jeans, freeing his hard
length that was practically begging for a hole to fuck. He wanted things to go
differently—he wanted to take his time with her, introduce her to all of the
joys of foreplay. But the thought of another person touching her in an intimate
way drove his wolf insane, the desperate need to fuck being the only relevant
thought on his mind. He barely had enough sense to grab the packet of lube that
he had in his desk drawer, slicking himself up before positioning at her
entrance.
Genna saw what he was going to do and panted even harder, her thighs quivering
beneath her father’s touch. “Will that make me feel better daddy? Are you going
to heal me with your cock daddy?” The question was posed so innocently, so
coyly, but Peter saw right through that. He saw the mirth twinkling in those
baby brown eyes--knew that the boy underneath all the pretty clothes was toying
with him-- so he upped the game a bit. The only thing that tipped “Genna” off
was Peter’s trademark grin, but she had little time to compose herself before
he plunged in, sinking into the hilt and starting a punishing pace.
“Oh daddy,” she screamed, gripping onto his shoulders as he nearly fucked her
into the afterlife. “Daddy, your cock is so big. So fucking full. It feels so
good inside me,” she gasped, damn near squeaking when his cock brushed against
a sensitive part inside her. White stars burst behind her eyelids with every
thrust, the sensation completely overwhelming. The only sounds in the room were
Peter’s harsh grunts, Genna’s breathy moans, and the creaking of the desk that
she was being fucked on that swayed violently. Pens, books, and her father’s
pendulum soon clattered to the floor. Her shoes bobbed in the air from their
place around her daddy’s waist, her painted fingernails threatening to claw
their way through his cotton t-shirt. Every time she tried to suck in a breath
of air, her daddy fucked it right out of her, keeping her constantly on the
brink of euphoria. It was maddening and exquisite at the same time. Especially
since her daddy kept grunting out harsh words in her ear. “This little cunt is
mine. No one else is allowed to touch you, do you hear me? Only daddy’s cock is
allowed to sooth your aches from now on. I’ll kill anyone else who tries to
take what is mine. I’ll fucking kill them,” he growled.
Genna nodded enthusiastically, too caught up in the sensations to give a fuck
about anything else. “Yes daddy. Only yours. I’m your little girl. I won’t let
anyone else touch me. I belong to only you,” she moaned, eyes clenched tight at
a particularly rough thrust. When her daddy sought out her lips she eagerly
gave in, mewling and whimpering when their tongues collided. “Daddy’s gonna
fill you up nice and full baby girl. Gonna give you my cum sweetheart, make
that ache go away,” said Peter when they pulled apart.
“Yes daddy, fill me up. Give me all of it,” she moaned, literally having to
scramble for purchase when Peter started fucking her even harder, the desk
threatening to tip over. Two brutal thrusts later and Genna shuddered at the
feeling of her father’s searing cum filling her to the brim. It was so intense
that it tipped her over the edge, pleasure thoroughly consuming her as her own
wetness covered her stomach and skirt.
Stiles was the first to speak. “Never thought in a million years that you’d be
into roleplay.”
 
Peter shrugged. “Every psychopath has their quirk.” He lazily thrust inside
Stiles, somewhat pleased when the teen hissed and whined that he was still
sensitive. “So Genna, huh?”
Stiles feigned a glare. “Close enough to my real name. Don’t ask furball,” he
said quickly when he noticed that the wolf was about to say something.
“Alright, alright. Keep your panties on, little lamb.”
Stiles raised an eyebrow. “Thought you liked them better when they were off?”
Minutes later Peter pulled out carefully, leaning his head on Stiles’ shoulder
with a slightly animated laugh. “Well that certainly made my day. So glad I
didn’t kill you years ago. I wish I could still offer you the bite. One day
hopefully. Anywho, was that worth missing a day of school?”
Stiles rolled his eyes at the wolf’s casual yet insane chatter, chuckling along
with him. “You’re such a fucking pervert Peter,” Stiles said after the laughter
died down. “Aww, but you did so well Princess,” the wolf cooed, squeezing the
teen’s thighs for emphasis.
Stiles pushed him back, moaning when the movement caused Peter’s cock to brush
against his sensitive entrance. “Why thank you…daddy.” The teen grimaced at
that. “God, I’m gonna have a huge complex now, seeing as how I actually have a
living father. I won’t be able to look at him for at least a week.”
“Oh please Little Red. You’re going to have more than one complex from now on.
That’s what happens when you decide to fuck a pack of wolves,” said Peter with
a grin.
He might be crazy as fuck, but there was something about Peter that reeled
Stiles in every time. Spreading his legs wide, he grabbed the wolf by his shirt
and pulled him in for a brief kiss. “Well then Mr. Big Bad Wolf, let me show
you what else I have in my picnic basket.”
 
;-)
 
TBC…
Chapter End Notes
     This was by far my favorite chapter to write, lol. Love crazy Pete.
     What did you think?
     Comments are crack, so gimme a fix, lol! :P
     -CM
***** I'm Coming Home; Tell the World That I'm Coming Home *****
Chapter Summary
     Final Chapter! Yay!!!
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is OPTIONAL. It features Stiles' father, John Stilinski.
     Keeping up with the theme of this entire story, I think you can guess
     what happens.
     READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
===============================================================================
Epilogue
 
Sheriff Stilinski sat behind his desk at the station, his eyes glued to the
screen of his laptop. He swiped a hand over his face, his mind racing. Officers
had come into his office various times to ask him questions or show him their
daily reports, but he couldn’t really pay them any attention, sending each of
them on their way with a distracted hand wave or an unintelligent grunt. For
the past couple of hours he could not nothing more than blink and breath heavy.
 
Security cameras.
 
He installed them all over his house when he noticed strange things happening
around the place. He would hear weird sounds in the middle of the night when
he’d return home from 15 hour long shifts. Moans that would immediately stop as
soon as he’d drop his keys on the table by the door. The house constantly
smelled thickly of sex, so much so that he nearly passes out on the doorstep
every time he comes home. He didn’t think Stiles was sexually active, but it
shouldn’t surprise him. Stiles might be awkward and lanky, but he was still is
a teenage boy. Sex was probably engrained in him down to the cellular level.
 
But who was Stiles fucking?
 
The Sheriff came home for lunch one day to enjoy a meal with Stiles, and he
swore on the drive home he had passed right by Derek’s black Camero parked a
few blocks down. As far as he knew, Derek wasn’t familiar with anyone in the
area. Parking the squad car away from the house, John stealthily snuck around
the side of his house, standing underneath Stiles’ open bedroom window. The
sounds of fucking was unmistakeable.
 
“Tell me how good this feels,” he heard Derek growl.
 
“So fucking good. I love when you fuck me hard. I love when you make me your
bitch,” was the Stiles’ strained reply.
 
“I know you do. Your hole is such as slut for my cock, pulling me deeper inside
you. Feel so hot and tight around my cock. Your hole was meant for fucking an
Alpha. I can’t wait to cum and fill you up nice and full. To see your belly
full of my cum.”
 
Well, holy shit.
 
So Stiles was the one getting fucked, and properly by the sound of it. It made
John feel out of place and yet insanely curious. So he installed the security
cameras around the house, including Stiles’ bedroom. He just had to see what
was going on. He just had to see his baby boy in action.
 
And man he was not disappointed. Stiles was getting fucked like a proper whore,
and not just for Derek. He was fucking nearly the entire pack, and in very
kinky ways. And John saw it all. He saw how the Alpha would pound Stiles
relentless against nearly every surface in the house. He saw Jackson fuck him
as well while Lydia dictated. Even Scott was in on it, though he was
considerably more gentle with Stiles. It made John smile to see the best
friends so close, and now in such an intimate way.
 
But without a doubt, John’s favorite to watch was Peter. He loved when that
deranged wolf visited and would make Stiles dress up in girl’s outfits. He
loved that Peter had a thing for fucking Stiles in John’s office, or his
bathroom, and even on bed. Watching his son getting the stuffing fucked out of
him on the bed where he slept was like a perfect slice of pervert heaven for
John. Now he made sure to time his return home so closely to Peter’s departure
so that Stiles wouldn’t have enough time to change his father’s bed sheets.
John would grip his cock in his hand so tight, cumming hard at the thought that
he was lying in a mixture of Stiles’ and Peter’s juices. It was heady, and
euphoric, but it was becoming less than enough for him. Standing next to his
son the morning after he watched his hole getting pummeled by large werewolf
cocks once used to fill John with a devious thrill. He loved to hold Stiles,
discretely smell him, and when the teen was in the shower, sneak into his
bedroom and blow his load all over his son’s pillows. But as he now sat behind
his desk watching Derek and Peter tag team Stiles, both forcing their massive
cocks inside his son’s tiny little fuckhole, he’d had enough.
 
John left the station before his shift was over. He passed Derek and Peter in
Derek’s car as they drove down the street, and waved at them. He parked in the
driveway and slipped into the house, removing his coat, shoes, and gun as he
made his way to Stiles. He’d been furiously jacking his cock in the cruiser on
the ride home and was two seconds away from orgasm. In fact, when he saw his
son still lying on his side naked above the sheets, too fucked out to clean
himself of the wolves’ cum that covered his backside and chest, John erupted.
He blew his entire load all over Stiles’ sleeping face, shuddering in absolute
pleasure when some of the creamy white fluid spilled into his son’s mouth.
 
Stiles slowly woke up when he felt something splash on his face, instantly
moaning when he tasted salty cum on his tongue. But when he couldn’t discern
who that delicious tasting cum belonged to, he opened his eyes fully and was
met with his flushed and extremely aroused father.
 
“Daddy?”
 
That one word, moaned in such an innocent way, made John’s cock come alive
again and even harder than before. He wrapped a hand around his member, moaning
himself as Stiles watched. “Daddy,” Stiles asked again, but this time the
innocence was gone, replaced by a seductive grin. His whore of a son said it
just like the slut he is when he calls Peter daddy. And he said it as he licked
some of his father’s cum from his lips.
 
It drove John wild.
 
“Please,” he asked, his voice cracked and suddenly unable to fully form a
proper question.
 
But Stiles knew what the unasked question was. He ignored it for now. “Derek
found the cameras weeks ago. You like watching your baby boy getting fucked
daddy? I came so hard when Derek pounded me that night, knowing that I was
performing for my own father. Do you like watching your son’s ass get brutally
fucked by werewolves? Do you like how much of a cum slut I am daddy?”
 
Stiles ran a finger over the corners of his mouth, gathering up John’s cum and
sucking his covered finger into his mouth. “Why do you think Peter and I fuck
in your room more often? He loves to whisper in my ear how much of a slut I am
for craving my real father. How disgusting I am for it.”
 
“S-stiles..please,” he begged.
 
Stiles smiled encouragingly at his father and decided to spare him from further
torment. Falling onto to his back, he opened his long legs wide, pulling them
up to his chest. “Come fuck me daddy. Let me take care of you.”
 
FIN
Chapter End Notes
     The Journey is over! If you decided to read this chapter, then thank
     you for being okay with the John/Stiles pairing. This was the FIRST
     and probably only time that i will write those two together. It
     wasn't the easiest thing to write, but this chapter was just as much
     fun as the others for me surprisingly. I can not believe that this
     took me over a year to complete, but thank you so much for sticking
     with me. I hope you enjoyed everything!
     Much love
     -CM
***** The Best Plans Are Made Mid-Fuck *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey Ya'll,
     So sentineljandb suggested that I write a chappie to explain how
     Peter and Derek ended up sharing Stiles:
     It would be super hot, to read how Peter and Derek ended up sharing
     Stiles. Especially if they did it to get Stiles his wish, of getting
     together with his father. Did they suggest it, or was it Stiles's
     idea?
     So naturally, I couldn't leave the idea alone and I wrote the
     chappie! LOL
     Please don't flame me if it's complete shite. I am SOO exhausted
     ya'll. Acting isn't easy. Speaking as of which, I have a short film
     to go prepare for, so see you later peeps!
     And as always, I luv you all!!!! <3 <3 <3
See the end of the chapter for more notes
11
 
Derek, Peter, and Stiles were currently in John’s room, fucking like wild
animals on his bed. It was actually Peter’s day to be alone with Stiles, but
somehow Derek forgot and came over thinking that he would get the teen to
himself. Seeing Stiles all dolled up in his schoolgirl outfit made Derek pop a
boner real quick, and because he was technically both Stiles and Peter’s alpha,
he demanded that he fuck Stiles as well. Peter didn’t care either way. The more
the merrier. Currently they were all tangled together sandwich style with Peter
below the teen and Derek above. Both wolves had their cocks shoved deep in
Stiles’ tight little hole, but they took turns thrusting in and out so as not
to overwhelm the human, and Stiles was happily never without a cock inside him.
“Fuck, Peter. You make Stiles dress up like a girl whenever you fuck him?”
Peter looked up at Derek over Stiles’ shoulder. “Yup. Brilliant isn’t it?”
Derek thrust in roughly. Stiles moaned loudly and Peter groaned from the feel
of Derek’s sliding against his. He smirked down at his uncle. “Fuck yes.”
“My thoughts exactly. Right Genna?”
“Yes daddy,” the teen panted.
Derek raised a brow. “Genna?”
Peter shrugged and thrust up hard enough to startle Stiles, who in turn pushed
back harder onto Derek’s cock, making the alpha toss his head back in pleasure.
“What can I say? The kid loves being in character. Right baby? You like
dressing up like daddy’s little slut? Like having two hard cocks fucking your
tight little cunt? Like when daddy shares your greedy little pussy with his
special friend?” Peter growled in Stiles’ ear.
“Yes daddy,” the teen said again when Peter pinched his nipples through his
shirt. Peter liked it when he kept his clothes on, exposing only his hole
underneath his plaid skirt. “See what I mean? But the ‘daddy’ thing was his
idea though,” Peter said to his nephew. “Can’t imagine where that came from,”
he said sarcastically.
Derek gave ‘Genna’ a hard slap on his ass. The bright red imprint that it left
behind was so beautiful to Derek that he did the same thing on the other cheek.
Stiles cried out, his lashes wet with unshed tears, his mouth open in ecstasy
as he pushed back harder onto their cocks. Poor Stiles wouldn’t be able to sit
straight for a week. “Probably has a thing for his real daddy. Is that it? Do
you get your rocks off pretending that Peter’s cock is our favorite Sheriff’s?
I wonder how deep that kink runs. Do you touch yourself at night, thinking
about your father when he’s in the next room? Do you dream about being his
wife? A good, perfect little wife who opens up her legs to welcome him home
from work? Or when you think about sitting on his cock, are you his innocent
baby boy? Huh? Does the baby boy want to get bred by his daddy?”
Stiles didn’t say anything to Derek’s taunting, his pink glossed lips pressed
into a thin line.
Peter chuckled. “Aww now’s not the time to stay quiet baby. You don’t have to
be shy around us, especiallyus. We understand those kinds of needs, right
Derek?”
Derek grinned and leaned down, placing a biting kiss on Peter’s lips so rough
that his teeth broke the skin. But that seemed to spur them on even more, and
Stiles whimpered as he watched the two wolves go at it, both fighting for
dominance with teeth and tongues, but Derek eventually won out. He pulled back
a bit, nipping the soft flesh of Stiles’ earlobe. They both watched as Peter
sensuously licked the remaining trace of blood from his lips, eyes flashing
blue before they returned to their normal brown. “Something about his crazy ass
is quite appealing,” Derek growled in the teen’s ear. He slammed in brutally,
making both Peter and Stiles moan from the surprise of it. “So we know all
about secret desires Genna.”
“And we’ll help you get our beloved Sheriff into bed if you want, even though
I’m sure it won’t be too difficult,” Peter said, pointing to a glowing red
light coming from the corner on the ceiling. Derek nodded. “There’s one in your
bedroom too Stiles, near the closet. I saw it weeks ago.”
“I think daddy dearest already suspects what his baby boy is doing. Maybe he
likes it. I know I would,” Peter said in a sing-song way.
“You’re a fucking pervert Peter. You too Derek,” Stiles added afterwards.
“Beginning to think the apple doesn’t fall far,” he huffed, but smiled at the
idea all the same.
“Guilty,” the older wolf said with a huge grin.
“Same. Sooo… maybe we should plan something and find out. Wouldn’t want daddy
Stilinski missing out on all the fun,” said Derek with a dark grin. He signaled
to Peter and they began their pace anew, pounding Stiles’ hole so hard that the
teen came with a shout moments later, ropes of white cum catching on the pleats
of his skirt and Peter’s chest.
“Yeah okay,” Stiles agreed and collapsed on top of Peter completely, fully
relaxed and boneless. He lay there more than content to let both wolves use his
hole for their pleasure while his mind drifted to his father and how many
different ways he could persuade the older man to fuck him.
 
So many, many ways indeed… ;)
 
Chapter End Notes
     Oh yeah, if you have ideas for future chapters to this fic, please
     leave 'em in the comments below. I can't promise that I'll write them
     all, or that I can do any of them in a timely fashion (took me over
     three months for this one, lol), but I can most certainly try. :D
     -CM
***** After School Special *****
Chapter Notes
     This takes place after chapter seven: "Lydia watching us fuck is
     really kinda hot."
     This idea wouldn't leave me alone, and really, who doesn't want more
     Stackson? ;)
     Enjoy!
     Un-beta'd
     New Tags Added: Rimming, Locker Room Sex, Werewolf Healing
12
 
Jackson waited until everyone had left the locker room before he cornered
Stiles in the shower. He had seen the pale teen limping during practice, and he
wanted to apologize to him. The night before had been something else. With
Lydia in the room, commanding his every movement, Jackson went a little crazy.
His dick had never been that hard before in his life, and the need to get off
was damn near blinding. He remembered unleashing everything he had on Stiles
and not really stopping to think if the boy could handle all of it. As he
watched Stiles limp into the showers and step under the spray of the water,
Jackson had his answer.
But he didn’t walk over to Stiles just yet. Instead he watched from the shadows
for a few minutes, eyes glued to the soapy suds that covered every inch of that
pale skin. He watched as Stiles lathered up his hands and ran them over his
arms and chest, and then repeated the routine with his thighs and legs. Jackson
had to adjust his dick in his shorts when Stiles ran those long fingers of his
over his cock, giving it a few quick tugs before moving onto his balls hanging
heavy underneath.
Even though Stiles was completely unaware that someone was watching him shower,
the scene before Jackson was pretty erotic. Stiles wasn’t doing anything
particularly sexy—he was just washing himself as he would on any other day. He
wasn’t playing with his nipples or stroking his cock. In fact at the moment, he
was washing his hair and humming the theme song to Elmo’s World. Maybe
Stilinski is just naturally sexy, Jackson mused. Of course he thought that just
as Stiles broke out into some weird techno beat and started doing the robot.
Maybe not.
Nonetheless, Jackson couldn’t deny that he was drawn to the other boy in ways
that he wasn’t previously. Obviously they were pack, even though Stilinski was
still human. But maybe they were more—maybe he even thought of the two of them
as friends now. Whatever the case may be, he had caused his packmate some pain,
and now he wanted to make up for it.
The sound of Stiles hissing tore Jackson away from his thoughts. The other boy
had stopped dancing (flailing, because what Stiles was doing most certainly
wasn’t dancing), and was currently holding his plump cheeks apart. A lone index
finger was probing at his tender entrance, and even from where Jackson was
standing, he could see that Stiles was really sore.
“Ouch,” Jackson said as he stepped from the shadows and into the light.
Startled, Stiles turned to face the intruder and shielded his privates on
instinct. When he noticed who it was, he relaxed and dropped his hands, turning
back to the water. “Did you need something Jackson?”
“I just came to check on you. Rough night last night,” he said amusedly.
Stiles snorted. “Why? Afraid you fucked me too hard?”
“Actually, yeah.”
Stiles snorted again. Jackson rolled his eyes. “And I also came to apologize. I
didn’t realize that she was going to be like…that,” he finished lamely.
Stiles looked over his shoulder at Jackson, raking his eyes up and down the
athlete’s body. Jackson was nearly naked save for his shorts that had an
interesting tent in the front. In the end, he shrugged and washed the remainder
of shampoo from his hair. “Last night was fine. And Lydia is Lydia. I found the
whole thing to be hot even though I was practically afraid for the safety of my
nuts at one point.”
Jackson smiled and dropped his shorts, stepping into the shower behind Stiles.
He wrapped his arms around the boy’s tiny waist, resting his head on a freckled
shoulder. “She wouldn’t have done anything to hurt ya. I wouldn’t have let
her,” he said as he sucked and bit at a patch of skin on Stiles’ neck. It
turned dark and bruised in a matter of moments.
Stiles arched his neck to give the boy better access. “Are you here for round
two Jay? Although you should know better. Today isn’t your day to have me. And
your girlfriend might not appreciate that.”
Jackson laughed. “Yeah Lydia might be a bit of a bitch, but whatever right?
She’s not here to complain and no one has to tell her anything,” he said,
pulling Stiles close. “I really like fucking you Stiles. I like that even
though you fuck all of the other guys in the pack, you still get so tight for
me.”
“Fuck Jackson,” Stiles sighed, rubbing his ass against the captain’s growing
hardness.
“But I hate that I left you like this. Everyone on the team noticed today. Even
coach. And McCall glared at me the entire time. Made me feel like a total
douche.”
“You should have just ignored them. And besides, I like it when you guys get
particularly rough with me. Leaves me with something to remember until the next
packmate shows up.”
Jackson stroked his sides. “Does that mean that we can never be gentle?” He
kissed his way up Stiles’ neck, pulling the flesh of Stiles’ earlobe between
his teeth and nipping at it softly. “Never ever?”
Stiles stammered for words. “N-no gentle is good. Gentle is great.”
Jackson chuckled. “Good.” He promptly dropped to his knees, exposing Stiles’
hole to his greedy eyes. It was puckered and loose, pulsating under his gaze.
Winking at him invitingly. He squeezed Stiles’ ass cheeks harder, pulling them
wider apart until he could see the tantalizing pink flesh inside. He ran the
tip of his tongue around the angry red rim, spurred on by Stiles’ moaning.
“Feels so good Jackson. Need more. Give me more. Please,” Stiles whimpered,
sighing when he got his wish and Jackson eased his tongue inside his aching
hole, fucking him nice and slow. As he did so, black veins formed on his arms,
effectively absorbing Stiles’ pain until there was none left.
“You taste so good baby,” Jackson growled. “I could fucking lick you out all
the time. Would you like that baby? Want me to eat out your little pussy
whenever you want?” He blew on that spit-slicked hole, watching in delight when
it winked at him.
Stiles moaned and nodded, pushing his ass back into Jackson’s face. “Yeah Jay.
Tongue fuck my pussy all the time.” Stiles panted against the tile, dick fully
hard and throbbing. “Harder. Need it harder. Need to cum. Please let me cum.”
He tried to touch himself but Jackson wouldn’t let him, ordering him to keep
his hands flat against the wall. He pushed Stiles forward so that his front was
flat against the wall. Stiles damn near howled when his hard cock made contact
with the cool surface, jolts of electricity shooting down his spine when
Jackson maneuvered him so his cock rubbed against the porcelain. The jock
thrust his tongue in at a rapid rate, growling when Stiles clenched around him,
the overstimulation forcing the teen to shut his legs from Jackson’s torment.
But Jackson held him open, using his strength to pick Stiles off of the ground.
The teen gasped when he felt the floor disappear from under his feet, arms
flailing around for anything to hold onto. Eventually he realized that Jackson
was holding him up, pushing and pulling him back onto his tongue like a doll.
Like he was a weightless fuckdoll. The end result was that Stiles was in
fucking heaven as he let Jackson manhandle him, let him spear him open and
force him through that delicious onslaught.
A few moments of that and Stiles felt his balls tighten, his dick flopping in
the air. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum Jay.”
“Yeah? Gonna cum on my tongue? Go ahead baby. Cum for me.”
“Fuck Jay,” Stiles groaned, going completely rigid as he came untouched,
splashing the walls with ropes of cum.
He almost slid down to the floor when Jackson placed him back on his feet.
Luckily the captain kept an arm around his waist. Instead, Stiles was bent over
and his feet were kicked wide apart. In that position he was forced to bare his
hole again. With a few quick pumps, Jackson aimed his cock at that fucked out
hole, painting it in streams of white. He slapped his cock against that hole,
squeezing any remaining drops that he had left.
After a few minutes, Jackson righted Stiles in his arms, maneuvering them both
so they stood under the spray of the hot water. Stiles glanced down at their
feet, tutting when Jackson’s seed washed away down the drain.
“It’s a shame all that perfectly good cum went to waste.”
Jackson placed a kiss behind his ear. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you a nice warm
load in the future. When it’s technically my day.”
 
FIN
 
How was it? I hope my Stackson fans enjoyed it. I sure had fun writing it!
Also, one of my readers suggested a lovely idea for a future chapter: Stiles
vs. a fucking machine. But who will man the control? Ladies and Gentlemen, I
might just be able to give you a Stiles/Isaac chappie after all! ;)
Until then, much love peeps! :)
-CM
UPDATE (1/21/16): Due to a recent incident, I will no longer add any additional
chapters to this story.
-CM
***** Ruby Woo *****
Chapter Notes
     Hi guys, so after much internal deliberation, I have decided to
     continue on with this kink fic and finally get to my Stisaac
     chappies. FYI: my reason behind having Isaac being mentioned this
     late into the fic is that he was abroad in Japan. Just go with it and
     enjoy, lol.
     -CM
     Warning, New Kinks Added: Slight Cock Wrapping, Lipstick
 
Stiles opened his locker, and sighed as he placed his science textbook inside.
Mr. Harris was being more of a dick today than usual. He probably hadn’t been
laid in like…forever. Not that Stiles could relate.  He’s surprised his hole
doesn’t whistle every time a breeze happens to pass by with all the sex he’s
been getting. Not that he’s complaining. Nope, far from it. In fact, he
recently discovered that he can’t stand being empty for long periods of time.
Sitting through class everyday is like torture for him, especially when he
knows that he has at least four willing cocks that he can sit on instead of a
hard wooden desk chair.
Scott, whose locker was right next to Stiles, heard him sigh and frowned. “You
okay baby?” he whispered.
Stiles raised an eyebrow at the nickname, but flashed his best friend a big
smile. “Yeah Scotty, I’m fine. Trying to shake off the last 60 minutes of Mr.
Harris’ bullshit.”
“You sure? I heard you’ve been pretty busy lately,” Scott began, stepping
closer to the pale teen when no one was looking. “Gang banged by the Hales.
Riding your own father’s cock. You gotta be a bit sore.”
Stiles moaned at Scott’s words, aware enough of his surroundings to do so
quietly. But there was barely anyone left in the hall and that allowed the
werewolf teen to run his hand down Stiles’ back all the way down to the swell
of his ass. He squeezed one of the plump cheeks, causing Stiles to squeak and
swat at his chest. “Kiss me,” Scott whispered against his lips. Stiles gave a
quick look around before obliging, sighing into the warm embrace when he felt
Scott absorbing away his lingering soreness.
“I can’t wait til I’m inside you again baby,” said Scott. “Maybe I should take
you right now where we might get caught. Or maybe on Mr. Harris’ desk before
his next class. Would you like that Stiles?”
“You know I would.”
Scott chuckled. “I bet. Too bad it isn’t my day,” he said with a smirk as he
stepped away. He laughed when Stiles protested and pointed to his raging boner.
“Sorry buddy, but I can’t do anything about that til  Friday. And its Monday,
so….”
“I hate you,” Stiles grumbled, but without any heat. He trudged along behind
Scott as they made their way into the cafeteria. They grabbed their lunch and
made their way over to their usual table  where they met a bored Jackson who
perked up slightly when Stiles approached, an even more bored Lydia on her
phone and didn’t care who approached, and…Isaac.
“Isaac! When did you get back from Japan, dude?” asked Scott. He took a seat
next to Jackson, and Stiles sat next to the newcomer, placing his backpack on
the floor between them.
“Last night,” the brunet replied.   He toyed around with his mashed potatoes in
silence. That was Isaac, man of a few words. And he looked good, Stiles reason.
Still a bit broody, but handsome as ever.
“And in the middle of a semester at that,” said Stiles. When Isaac’s eyes
locked on his, a shiver ran down his spine. His eyes were just so intense, as
if he were peering straight through him. Stiles wiggled in his seat and
unwrapped his sandwich. When he couldn’t get the ribbon on his sandwich untied,
Isaac reached over with a clawed index finger and shredded the sting with ease.
“Thanks,” said Stiles with a bashful smile.
“No problem,” Isaac replied. “And yeah, it wasn’t that hard to reintegrate into
the whole high school saga. I’ve been emailing with my teachers since the start
of the school year, taking tests and passing in homework online. So getting
back into the swing of things wasn’t difficult,” Isaac said with a shrug.
“Well that’s good. Still, we’re pretty close to midterms so if you need to look
at my notes just let me know and we can set up a study session.”
“Thanks Stiles. I’d like that.”
Later on when Stiles was home and going through his backpack, he came across
something odd. A small black cylinder mixed in with his pencils and
highlighters.
MAC No. B51 Ruby Woo red lipstick.
It was an odd sight to see and something that was definitely not his. He opened
it. It was a brand new tube, and decidedly a pretty shade of red. Sultry, sexy,
seductive. Well that settled it; it had to be Lydia’s. Somehow it must have
fallen into Stiles’ bag. He set it on his nightstand so that he wouldn't forget
to take it with him in the morning.
“Ah the joys of Trig,” he mumbled, picking up his math textbook.
 
*****
 
Stiles woke up feeling weird. Well not really weird per se, but relaxed. Like
reeeally relaxed. Muscles were a pile of goo, spine was non-existent. It felt 
just the same as having a system overloading orgasm, but Stiles knew he hadn’t
had one of those in a few nights.  And he didn’t remember having a good dream,
so he’s not sure where the feeling was coming from.
Stiles stretched and move to pull he sheets back…only to realize that he wasn’t
under the sheets, but on top of them. And he was naked. Deliciously naked.
Stiles grinned. One of his pack mates paid him a visit last night. How
exciting. Judging by the style, he assumed this was Peter’s doing. Peter had
the tendency to perfect every finite detail, and make everything single thing
count. And this wolf definitely followed along similar lines. But it couldn’t
be Peter or Derek for that matter because both Hale men were off conducting
pack business in the next town over. And unless Jackson escaped from the
clutches of Lydia’s mandatory bonding time, it wasn’t him either.
So Scotty boy it was. And with him trying to sex Stiles up in the hall way
earlier, that would make sense.
Except when Stiles stood up and walked over to his floor length mirror, the
evidence proved contradictory. Spanning from the underside of his chin down to
his ankles were red lipstick kisses. Around his cock was a thick, purple ribbon
made of the highest quality silk. It winded gently down the shaft of his cock
and around his balls, forming into the neatest bow around the base like a
perfectly wrapped present.
Stiles touched every inch of his skin. No, this wasn’t Scott. This was
different, exhilarating. This was new. He ran the tips of his fingers across
the only word written on his body, imprinted in delicate red script across the
expanse of his abdomen.  Written in whatever was left of the tube of lipstick
now open on his nightstand.
Soon.
 He smiled. “Okay.”
 
TBC…
***** Deus Ex Machina *****
Chapter Notes
     WARNING- New Tags Added: Feathers, Ice cubes, Japanese silk rope,
     Shibari rope style bondage, sex machine, blindfolds, NSFW ART
     Dedicated to Panda_Blitz
     Enjoy!
     -CM
     P.S. I'm starting a new series. Read about it in the notes section
     below.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Hey Stiles, wait up!”
Stiles turned around to see Isaac sprinting up to him. They just had homeroom
together, and because their only other shared class was Mr. Harris’s, Stiles
was on his way across the school for his Trig class with Scott. He gave a small
smile and a head nod to his best friend, signaling that Scott could go on
without him.  
“Hey,” he said when Isaac caught up.
“Hey,” said Isaac. For a few seconds they were just staring at each other while
their classmates filed out around them. “I was hoping I could take you up on
your offer from yesterday,” Isaac said when they were the only ones left in
that part of the hallway. “Even though I’ve been keeping up with the class, I
think I might need to cram in a few hours of studying before Friday’s exam.
Would you be able to swing over my house tonight?”
Stiles nodded. “Sure, of course! The bookwormy nerd in me is always ready to
help out a fellow student in need.”
Isaac cocked his head, and fixed the pale teen with a look that he couldn’t
interpret. It was heavy, and made him shift from foot to foot as his neck grew
hot. He adjusted his backpack on his shoulder, but in doing so he dropped one
of the books in his hand. Immediately he bent down to get it, but Isaac did as
well and got to it first.  
The werewolf teen handed it over with a rare smile. “Thanks Stiles. I’m sure
there’s a lot I’ll learn from you tonight.” He walked away without another
word, leaving Stiles behind with scarlet colored cheeks.
 
*****
 
Stiles whimpered, the sound itself small but amplified over the general silence
in the room. He subconsciously tugged at the rope bindings around his hands,
but the intent wasn’t to escape them. No, he liked being bound—like to remember
that the rope was there, keeping him from moving away from his sensual
tormentor. The whole situation made his cock impossibly hard, but the silk
ribbon around his cock and balls prevented him from cumming.
He heard movement to his right, and seconds afterward felt a something soft
connect with his abdomen. He couldn’t tell what it was because he was
blindfolded, but if he had to guess based on the texture of the item, Stiles
would guess it was a feather.
“Do you know why I went to Japan Stiles?”
The pale teen twitched when the feather brushed against his ticklish ribcage.
“To st-study abroad?”
A chuckle emerged. “During the school year? Come on Stiles, you’re smarter than
that.”
Stiles moaned when the feather brushed over his nipples. “I figured it was
werewolf related.”
The feather disappeared from his skin for a moment. In the silence, Stiles
couldn’t pinpoint Isaac’s location. He jumped when the wolf’s voice sounded
next to his left ear.
“After the whole situation regarding my father’s death, I thought it was best
that I escape Beacon Hills for a bit. Japan seemed like the best place to go. I
spoke to the Hales about it and they agreed. Plus Peter has a friend, a shaman,
out there who offered to take me in for a few months.” The feather reappeared.
“It really is a wonderful place. Peaceful. The language, the culture, the
people are all fascinating and there’s so much to learn,” Isaac murmured,
dragging the feather around Stiles’ bellybutton, sniggering as the pale teen’s
abdomen fluttered under the sensation.
“The Shaman taught me not only how to calm my rage and control my wolf during
the nights of the full moon, but how to manage it by channeling it’s power into
other outlets. Some people choose to find their mental calm through yoga and
meditation. I discovered my outlet to be of a more sexual nature,” Isaac
purred.
Suddenly the feather was gone altogether, replaced by something more solid and
much, much colder. 
Stiles gasped as the ice cube slid up his abdomen and connected with his right
nipple. It circled around it repeatedly, hardening the rosy bud into a stiff
peak. “A werewolf is a highly sexual creature, as I’m sure you’ve well
experienced by now. I could smell them on you, in you. I imagined them taking
you many times, fucking you like a two-bit whore. I bet you moaned for them
like one.”
“Isaac,” Stiles whined, fidgeting. The coldness of the cube was intense,
stinging just enough to hurt.
“You’ll moan for me too Stiles. But you’ll find that my wolf will be pleased by
you in a different way,” the werewolf replied with a slight growl. He replaced
the ice cube with his mouth, smiling in mirth as Stiles screamed, back arching
off the bed like a tightly strung bow.
 
*****
 
The torture continued on for many moments, tears forming in the corner of
Stiles’ eyes as he was brought to the brink of icy pain only to be relieved by
the suction of a burning mouth. It was delicious. It was intoxicating being
tied up and blindfolded and left to the mercy of a wolf. It had every one of
Stiles’ nerves standing on end. And then he was being moved—rearranged into a
different position on a chair this time. The ribbon around his cock came off
with a slight tug. The silk ropes that were wound around his body were being
fastened a in different way so that his bound hands were now behind his head.
He was brought to the edge of the seat, and each leg was placed over each arm
of the chair, his cheeks now involuntarily parted and his hole thoroughly
exposed.
The blindfold was also removed, and when his vision cleared, Stiles found Isaac
placing a vinyl record on an old phonograph across the room. There was a pot of
tea and cup on a small table nearby, the steam from the teapot wafting up into
the air. Soft opera music filled the room, an aria that Stiles scarcely
recognized. Samson et Dahlia, Carmen, Rigoletto…it was one of those. Stiles was
having a hard time forming a thought. Sitting in the chair so exposed, his hole
practically begging for a hard pounding but being utterly ignored by his
tempter was making Stiles so horny that he could barely think straight. If he
could get free from his bindings he didn’t know if he would hurt Isaac for all
of this insane foreplay, or yank his pants down and ride his cock until sunup.
He was about to say something—to complain, but then Isaac turned to face him
with a single flower in hand.  “I have a gift for you,” the werewolf teen said,
gliding over to his prey. He ran the flower up the length of Stiles’ cock,
letting the petals linger on the reddened bulbous head. They soaked up the
precum pooling there like a sponge, and when Isaac pulled the blossom away, a
thin trail of precum followed.
[Stiles-Like Yaoi Image]
“Like fresh dew on a beautiful spring morning after a gentle rain.” Isaac
brushed the flower over his lips. Stiles whimpered when he saw his pink tongue
emerge to lick the glistening fluid from his lips. “Divine,” Isaac purred,
savoring the taste. He placed the flower by the teapot afterwards and went over
to his closet.
“And now for your gift,” he said, wheeling out a small cart. Whatever was on it
was covered with a black cloth. Isaac pushed the cart over until rested between
Stiles’ open legs.
And then he removed the cloth.
 
*****
 
“Fuck Isaac,” Stiles panted over the tune of the music and the slight buzzing
noise of the fucking machine.
The blonde bastard just glanced at him with an observatory look before reaching
for the teapot to replenish his cup. If it weren’t for the bulge in his
trousers, Stiles would think this whole night was a weird social experiment.
But it seemed like Isaac was enjoying the scene before him quite a bit, even
though on the outside he appeared calm and collected. He looked like the
epitome of a GQ model, sitting on the plush armchair across from him in a wine-
colored button down shirt and black trousers. His shoes were polished, and his
watch glinted in the soft light. He took a sip from his cup. It was like Isaac
was a guest watching the most entrancing performance unfold before him.
Meanwhile, Stiles was moaning like the whore of Babylon as the thick flesh-like
dildo thrust into him at a leisurely pace.
“Enjoying yourself?” Isaac asked bemusedly.
Stiles threw him a glare, but moaned when the dildo went deeper and pressed
against his prostate. “I should ask you the same thing. Is this how you get
your rocks off? Tying people up and watching them get fucked with your
machine?”
Isaac quirked an eyebrow. “People? Oh no, Stiles. I built this little device
all for you. Everything is all for you.” He put down the cup and picked up the
small remote on the table. “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now,”
Isaac whispered. “How beautiful your hole looks stretched around that fake
cock.” He pushed a button on the remote, smiling when Stiles gasped at the new
punishing pace of the machine. It fucked him so hard and deep and fast,
pummeling his hole with a speed that no human could match. And then Isaac
pushed another button and Stiles squeaked and clenched his eyes shut as the
dildo started vibrating as it moved in and out of him.
Stiles knew the end was near; could feel his balls tighten with every thrust.
Could feel his whole body pulsate from the vibrations. His toes were curled so
taut that it would take hours before the muscles would relax again. He tried to
withstanding the building heat in his belly, tried to last just a bit longer.
But in the end he couldn’t, and holding the gaze of his teasing lover he cried
out as he came, ropes of white erupting like a volcano all over his chest and
thighs.
A button was pushed.
The buzzing stopped and the dildo stilled inside of him.
The last song on the phonograph came to an end.
“Fuck,” Stiles sighed as he tried to regulate his breathing. Cuming untouched
and so hard always left him utterly breathless. Not that he was complaining.
The whole experience was thrilling, and bizarre, and so erotic. He never
thought he’d ever cum from a machine fucking him, and was pleased that Isaac
had introduced him to this exotic kink.
Speaking of the werewolf, as he approached, Stiles fully believed that he was
going to release him from his bindings. Instead, Isaac bent down so that his
lips were level with Stiles’ ear. “So beautiful.”
The pale teen groaned and tugged at the rope around his hands. “Isaac let me
take care of you now. You’ve been hard for so long. Don’t you want me to take
care of you?”
Isaac pressed a kiss to the shell of Stiles’ ear. “So eager to help. Like a
puppy that’s desperate to show its master affection. I adore you Stiles,” he
said with a chuckle. “But no, you’re going to stay right where you are, and I’m
going to turn the machine on again and finish my tea. I might even watch a
movie or read a book or two.” He ran his finger through the cooling cum on
Stiles’ belly, licking it off his finger with a wet plop. “You’re going to get
fucked again, and again, and again Stiles, until you’ve cum so many times that
your balls are drained and you’ve forgotten your own name. And when you’re
delirious from your multiple orgasms, and you can’t form proper words, I will
carry you back to my bed and unwrap you like the beautiful present that you
are. I’ll massage every kink from your sore limbs, and lick every salty tear
that streaks across your face. I’ll praise every inch of you with soft words
and even softer kisses.  And just as you begin to drift off into dreamland, I’m
going to pull my cock out and paint your face with my cum.” He stood up then
and gave a small pat to Stiles’ shoulder. “Sound good?”
“Yes,” Stiles breathed, his cock already hardening with every word.
Isaac flashed him a dazzling smile. “Good boy.”
TBC…
Chapter End Notes
     How was it? I hope you enjoyed this LONG awaited chapter. The image
     btw is not mine at all, nor is it Teen Wolf related. I just happened
     to see it and thought that it fit the nature of this chappie
     perfectly. Credit goes fully to Yaoinmylife on Tumblr.
     Next chapter is the final chapter, and will be dedicated to
     OrdinaryMortal. They wanted to see a flashbackish type chappie where
     the pack talks about Stiles becoming their pack slut, and I am happy
     to oblige. Wish granted my friend. ;)
     Also, sentineljandb inspired a new series in me, a Briar Derek
     drabble series. It will be shorter than this one but just as fun as
     we explore how Derek and crazy uncle Pete started having sex. I will
     warn ahead that Derek will be quite young in that series when they
     start, probably 13 or so, and the age gap btwn him an Peter will be
     wider than in the show. I hope to start that one up soon.
     Much Love Peeps,
     CM
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