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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Chris_Argent/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Isaac_Lahey, Stiles_Stilinski, Chris_Argent
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy_Kink, Creampie, underage_-stiles_is_17, Breeding, Dirty_Talk, Wet
      Dream, Vaginal_Sex, Boypussy
  Series:
      Part 6 of Stiles_and_his_magical_Cunt
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-21 Words: 2374
****** Chris isnt a wolf ******
by Mutakan
Summary
     Chris was with Derek as he returned to his loft. The sight that
     greeted him made him ache for Stiles.
     Or the one where Chris gets Derek to agree to let him take Stiles to
     his house for the rest of his heat. All in hopes of preventing Stiles
     from getting werewolf pregnant. But, tries to get him pregnant with a
     human baby.
Notes
     Wrote this at work, with JotterPad X on my phone. Kinda glad I work
     at a porn shop. My boss won't care. Heck he might even read it out of
     curiosity sake.
Derek could only huff, his arms crossing over his chest. "Really?" He growled.
At the sheepish look from Stiles he held up a finger, looking away from the
young man. "Don't. Just. Don't." He glanced at Chris Argent. The hunter had
followed him back to his loft so they could pick up the blueprints Stiles had
printed, but Derek forgot to take with him.
Chris raised a brow at the teens. "Shouldn't you two get dressed? Fun time is
over."
"Umm." Squeaked Stiles. Looking worriedly at Isaac.
The teen wolf gulped. Looking over his shoulder. "I'm kinda stuck."
"Stuck how?" Chris huffed, walking closer to the pair. He didn't glance a now
growling Derek. As Chris got closer his eyes grew wider. He remained silent as
he took in the sight of Stiles' feminine sex stretched obscenely wide on what
he could only think of as a knot. "So, that rumor is true. You wolves can
knot." He says calming, looking over his shoulder at Derek.
"Ohhh yeah they can." Moaned Stiles. Wiggling slightly, making Isaac hiss.
"S-stop that. We're trying to get it to go down. Not perk back up." He
whimpers. A faint growl vibrating from his chest. "D-Derek? I'm sorry." He
whines, looking carefully up at his alpha.
"Ngh.. its not your fault, Isaac. I… he should have gone with me to Chris'. The
minx that he is." Derek sat next to Stiles. Looking at his beta. "Just hope
that you don't get him pregnant too." He says with an air of calm.
"Pre… pregnant!?" Gasps the teen. Looking at Stiles in horror. "Fuck… I'm too
young to be a dad!" He turned worried eyes up at the two adults. "What d-do I
do!?"
"Isaac, breathe." Chris knelt next to the teens. "I doubt Stiles can get
pregnant. If he does we'll figure something out. Werewolves who breed with
humans have a low rate for them to be wolves as well." He looks up at Derek who
nods. "It wont take until the child is five to seven years old to know for
sure. Some werewolves can scent it, but its usually the offspring of Alphas
that give off the easy to scent trademark of werewolf blood." He pats the boy
on his shoulder, watching his eyes flash gold a moment. Smiling as Isaac takes
a shaky breath.
Stiles only giggles, "I'm so dead."
"Why?" Asks Chris.
"When my dad finds out, he's gonna kill me. And everyone involved." He looks at
Derek. "Should we skip town?"
Derek only glares at him.
"Or not." He giggles again.
"Can I ask you all something?" Chris hesitates, looking up at Derek. "Is there
a reason for this? I know our bestiary says that a werewolf only knots its mate
or partner to breed. That either gender can do this, even with the same gender
the werewolf happens to be. If that is the case, is Stiles giving off a scent
normal people can't smell?"
"Three day heat." Grumbles Stiles. "My blood tests as male, but as you can see,
got girl parts only here." He waves a hand at his groin. "This is day one.
Already had Peter and Derek today." He says softly. Looking down at his
stomach.
Chris gives Derek a stern look. "He's still a minor, Derek."
"I know that!" Growls the alpha. "I wanted to wait until his 18th birthday.
Which is only four months away. But… Peter's scent was all over him. I… I
couldn't let my uncle claim him. Fill him with his own pup. I'm the alpha! If
Stiles has any wolf's pup, mine should be first!" He snarled, eyes flashing
red.
Chris held up his hand. Nodding his head. "Alright. But, it might be for the
best that Stiles goes to my house, where I can keep an eye on him. Make sure he
doesn't run into any more scent sensitive supernaturals."
Isaac gasps as his knot shrinks enough for him to fall away from Stiles,
sitting on his ass. Jeans undone. Which he quickly fixes. He gathers up his
homework and escapes to his room upstairs.
"Mmph." Groans Stiles. Panting as Derek and Chris take in how his sex leaks
most of Isaac's seed out. He wantonly rubs at his tingling clit.
"It doesn't help that he's a size queen." Grumbles Derek, the barest hints of a
laugh in his tone. He cups the boy's cunt with his large hand. "Hey now…" he
whispers, nuzzling the teen's face. "Don't get yourself all worked up. Your
going with Chris. The other thing can wait until your heat passes." He uses his
hand to still Stiles'. Trying to not smirk at the whimpering whine the teen
lets out.
Decades of training help Chris keep his heart rate normal, his breathing just
as calm. His ice blue eyes scan the room, finding Stiles' discarded jeans.
"Here, get dressed and we'll go."
Stiles mumbles some choice words under his breath. Glaring at Derek ad he
redresses. He slips his shoes back on. With help from Chris he stands up.
Watching Derek gather up his homework, putting it in his bag before handing it
to Chris. "I can carry that!" He huffs, taking his bag from the human. "Jerk."
He mumbles at Derek.
The alpha sighs, watching the teen storm from his loft. "You kind of ruined my
weekend, just so you know, Chris."
"Hmm." He hums, turning, following Stiles to the elevator. They ride it to the
garage in silence. His SUV parked near the exit. He waits as the teen buckles
in. "Allison is staying at Lydia's tonight." He says after a few blocks.
Driving towards his house.
"I'm not sleeping in her bed. If Sco… I mean its too rude. I'd feel bad." He
cringes, almost giving away that Scott was still sleeping with Chris' daughter.
"It's alright, Stiles. I know they are still together. Do you think I'm that
naive?" His eyes crinkle around the edges. Though his gaze his hard. A small
smile pulling at his lips. The longer Stiles looks at it though, the more it
looks like a grimace.
As they park in his drive way, Stiles yawns. Having sex three times in one day
was tiring. He shakes his head, trying to clear his mind. "Would it be… I mean…
I probably should not be alone. I sometimes sleep walk. So, it might be best
if… if I maybe sleep in your room?" He fails at keeping the blush off of his
cheeks.
Chris unlocks his front door, the house large and empty. It had been a long
time since anyone shared his bed. He gave Stiles his hardest look. "Fine. But,
no funny business." He points a finger at the boy. "I sleep armed to the
teeth."
Stiles nods that he understands. He follows Chris into the kitchen. Watches as
the man makes them something to eat. His stomach growling as food was put
before him. They eat together in the kitchen. Once the food was gone and dishes
were rinsed, Stiles followed Chris upstairs to the man's room. He took in the
dark colors. The large bed. He failed again to keep a blush off of his cheeks.
"Um… think I could borrow some sleeping pants?" He asks, stripping most of his
shirts until he was left with just a single tee.
Chris digs in his dresser for night clothing for himself and sweats for Stiles.
"Here. Go ahead and get some sleep. I need a shower and got to do a few work
related things before I can sleep." He leaves once Stiles climbs into his bed,
pulling the blankets up tight. The man leaves to shower.
Thoughts of how Stiles small sex looked around Isaac's knot come to him
unwanted to his mind. Body relaxing under his shower head. Making him moan
softly, soap slicking up his body as he lets his mind wonder. He'd never do
anything against Stiles' will.
His shower took longer than normal. He had to rewash some parts of his body.
The urge to jerk off to the mental image of Stiles riding his own cock too
strong to resist.
He checks on the boy before going to his office. Already Stiles was sprawled
out over most of his bed. Shaking his head, a genuine smile pulling at his
lips, he walks down to his office. He spends the next few hours going over
invoices. Checking his supply list. Making sure anything isn't missing. Once he
is satisfied he heads to bed. Noting that his digital clock reads, 12:39am. So
much for getting in bed before 11pm. He shakes his head, shoving at Stiles
until the teen rolls onto his side, giving Chris room to lay down.
~
Something warm was tickling his throat. For that matter something warm was
draped over him. Chris woke slowly. Having slept hard and deep for the first
time in years. He blinked startling blue eyes at himself. Stiles was laying on
top of him. The boy's chest pressed into his own. One knee between Chris'
thighs. His crotch kept rubbing against his thigh. He could feel how wet the
boy was. Soaking his slick through his sleep pants and Chris' night pants. He
held back a moan as the boy huffed against his throat in his sleep. From the
sounds he was making, he was having a wet dream. "Stiles… wake up." He groaned.
Hands moving on their own to his slender waist, original intent was to push him
off. But as he gripped the boy, all he wanted was to feel that young pussy.
He'd gone so long without a partner.
"Mmph? Five more minutes, dad." He grumbles, snuggling deeper against Chris.
His eyes blinked open. He scrambled to get off of Chris, looking horrified.
"Shiit! I'm... sorry Chris!"
"Wait. Stiles… hold on!" Chris rolled with him, holding him still. Pinned
against the bed. "Its ok. Hey… look at me."
Stiles gulped, shifting his eyes back to Chris' face.
"If you need my help. I don't mind. Alright? I just don't want you to think
that I would ever force you." He flicks his gaze over the boy's face. Taking in
his parted lips, flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. "Let me take care of you,
son."
Stiles whimpers at Chris calling him that. "Okay. But!" He holds up a hand,
blushing brightly. "If I c-can call you… D-daddy?" His eyes looking everywhere
but Chris' face.
He misses the hungry look Chris throws at him. "That's fine, son." He groans.
Lowering his hips, nestling between the teen's thighs. "Are you wet for me
Stiles? We for your daddy's cock, baby?" He nuzzles against his cheek. Nibbling
at Stiles jaw, his throat. Mouth hovering over Stiles slack mouth.
"Ngh! Yes! Oh, so wet for my daddy!" He clutches at Chris' night shirt.
Fumbling to get the buttons undone. Gasping as Chris pulls his shirt off over
his stretched arms. Whimpering as he plays with his sensitive nipples. Making
the teen squirm.
"So sensitive. Good boy." He sighs, reaching down to free Stiles of his night
pants. Groaning at the sight of the boy's wet slit. He leaned back, taking the
pants with him. Eyes going dark as the teen spreads his thighs. Wiggling on the
bed before him. "Stiles." He sighs again, pushing at his own sweats. His cut
cock leaking as it bobbed free.
"Please, daddy?" moaned Stiles. Reaching down with both his hands to spread his
puffy lips apart. Gasping as the sight of his cunt on display made Chris' cock
jump. The soft smacking sound it made against the adult's stomach sending
shivers down his spine. "I need my daddy's cock in my lil slut hole." He
whimpers.
Chris tries to calm himself down. Quickly squeezing the base of his dick.
Stiles driving him insane already. "Daddy's little whore need a big cock?" He
growls, pressing his blunt cock head against that little slit. Groaning at his
tight heat.
Stiles abandons holding his sex open in favor of running his hands up and down
Chris' front. Curiously pinching his nipples. Grazing his nails through the
coarse hair on his chest and lower stomach. Crying out as Chris drives into him
quickly, spreading his small sex wide. "Oh my god!"
Chris thrusts quickly, the urge to fill up this unique boy growing in the pit
of his stomach. Wanting to let any wolf that comes near Stiles know that Chris
was there. That a human was able to bring such pleasures to him. His own hands
grip at Stiles' hips. Thrusting quick and sure. "Touch your clit, baby boy. Cum
on your daddy's big cock. Let him breed you." He groans, feeling his balls pull
up. Grunting as Stiles clenches tighter, his hand moving quickly, rubbing at
his wet clit firmly.
Stiles pants open mouth, staring at Chris as he climaxes around his cock.
Yelping as Chris thrusts hard into him, hitting deeply as he fills the teen
with his thick human load. Stiles' body jerks up against Chris, his body
wreaked with multiple orgasms. His back arching, whole body going tight as he
gasps; "Daddy!!"
Chris holds still as Stiles cums again and again on his cock. Not before has he
ever thought what it would be like to be a werewolf than in this moment. A knot
would really come in handy to keep his cum from bubbling out of Stiles soaked
cunt. He pants loudly, bending forward to rest his forehead on the boy's
heaving chest.
Stiles slips into unconscious bliss. A content smile on his face. Chris shifts
them, so that Stiles was once again draped over his body. His cock twitching as
it goes down. Slipping out of the boy's pussy. He sighs in pleasure, not at all
feeling bad for taking the teen away from the wolves for the moment. He reaches
for his cell, checking the time. Surprised to see that its almost noon. He
smiles as he calls a local pizza place. Ordering food for Stiles and himself.
His free hand petting Stiles' hair and smooth back.
They will both need their energy if Stiles needs more help during his heat.
(Tbc for sure this time!)
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