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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall, Sheriff_Stilinski, Deputy
      Parrish, brief_mention_of_Melissa_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Omega_Dynamics, D/s, Stiles_is_an_omega, Stiles_is_also_17, peter's
      about...37_prolly, Cumplay, Cock_Worship, mentions_of_collaring_and
      leashing, mpreg_reference, Dirty_Talk, lots_of_dirty_talk, Praise_Kink,
      Protective!Sheriff, Knotting, Mating_Bite
  Series:
      Part 1 of Suppressants_Are_Dumb_Anyways
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-24 Words: 2058
****** Good Little Omega ******
by vaudevillian_villainess
Summary
     Stiles is such a good little omega for his Alpha.
Notes
     The prompt: Don't know if it's the right place, BUT :D ||| PROMPT:
     Stiles, young omega, takes suppresants, afraid of his own needs. One
     day he can't take them and falls into heat. Vulnerable, eager and yet
     he can't find the right alpha. Help comes from the most unexpected
     person, Peter Hale. However, there is a problem. Peter smells SO
     GOOD, he awekens Stiles' most hidden needs and instincts and in an
     instant he begs for filling, fucking, for being dominated and for his
     belly bloating from Peter's cum.
     I hope you like this, dear nony! Also, to all you readers, feel free
     to leave comments! They give me life!
     [my_tumblr] is always open for prompts!
Stiles was only thirteen when he was hit with his first heat. It came in the
middle of the night, creeping up on him in his sleep. He woke his father at 2:
58 am with a scream so loud, some of their neighbors called in a noise
complaint. John Stilinski ran into his son’s room to find his little boy
convulsing on his bed, the sheets completely drenched in sweat. He picked him
up, carried him down to the car and drove him to the hospital. There, Stiles
was put in the Omega Ward, where he was locked up for a week, to work out his
heat. John didn’t leave the hospital once, despite Melissa’s insistence. When
Stiles was released, the doctor handed John a bottle of pills.
“Suppressants,” she explained, smiling kindly. “They’ll help Stiles avoid his
heat until he’s ready to mate.” John nodded his head gratefully and took his
son home.
                                     *.*.*
That had been four years ago. Stiles was now seventeen and a faithful taker of
Obsidyx, had been since his first heat. He was supposed to take them every day,
and he did, his father had made sure. Once he turned seventeen, though, Stiles
told his father that he was a responsible omega, able to remember to take his
prescriptions. John raised an eyebrow at his son but they discussed it and John
agreed that yes, Stiles was old enough to administer his own medications.
Stiles had grinned.
“Thanks pops!” he said, grabbing the pill bottle and running up the stairs to
his room.
                                     *.*.*
One week had gone by and every day, Stiles forgot to take his suppressant. By
the time he got to school, he felt like his skin was going to melt off. He knew
that he must smell extremely sweet and submissive to all the Alphas because all
the Alphas smelled so musky and dominant to him. He felt his slick between his
thighs and he groaned. There was no way he was going to make it through school
today. Just...absolutely no way, not without doing something embarrassing…
“Hey Stiles!” Scott yelled, running to catch up to his best friend. He stopped
abruptly when Stiles met him halfway...and began rubbing himself all over him.
Scott wrapped his arms around his brother and walked him back outside to his
jeep. “Stiles, did you forget to take your suppressants?” Scott asked. He
crushed his nose between his fingers, trying desperately to stave of his hard-
on at the scent of an available, willing omega. Stiles didn’t say anything and
Scott knew his answer. “When’s the last time you took them?” he asked, holding
Stiles’ shoulders and keeping him an arm’s length away.
“L...last week…” Stiles mumbled, looking at his feet. Scott’s eyes almost
popped out of his head.
“WHAT!” he yelled, eyes flashing Alpha red. Stiles wished he couldn’t remember
that he came in his pants.
                                     *.*.*
“Thanks for taking me home Scott,” Stiles said breathily. Scott nodded tersely
and got out of the jeep with Stiles. “You can take the car back to school,” he
offered. Scott shook his head.
“Smells like an omega in heat.” Scott said, his voice a little ruff. Stiles
frowned and looked at his feet. He looked up again when Scott clapped a hand on
his shoulder. “Not like that, Stiles, but it smells like you and you’re my
brother. Plus, I have to go to classes.” Scott explained, a small smile on his
face. “I’ll check in on you later, okay?” Stiles nodded and headed inside to
his house.
                                     *.*.*
The dial tone rang in Stiles’ ear as he waited for someone to pick up.
“Dad?”
“Hey Stiles. No, this is Deputy Parrish.”
“Can you patch me through to my dad? It’s an emergency.” Stiles explained. He
could practically see Parrish’s creased brow.
“You okay buddy?” he asked.
“Not so much. Please get my daddy?” Stiles whined. There was some rustling
before his father’s voice flooded through.
“Stiles? Stiles, what’s wrong?” John asked, his voice betraying his
nervousness.
“Daddy, I need to go to a Heat Clinic.” Stiles said. John sighed.
“You forgot to take your Obsidyx, didn’t you?” John asked, grabbing his keys
from the mug on his desk.
“Yes daddy.” Stiles replied. He heard his father talking to Deputy Parrish for
a minute before he came back on the line.
“I’m on the way home now, okay Stiles? I’ll be there in an hour.” Stiles
whined.
“Why so long daddy!”
“There’s a lot of traffic, son. I promise, I’ll get there as soon as I can, but
from what Parrish has said, it might take a while.” John explained. He did his
best to ignore his son’s sobs. “I love you buddy. I’m on way, okay? I love
you!” John said.
“I love you too daddy,” Stiles sobbed. They both hung up.
                                     *.*.*
Stiles lay on his bed for a few minutes after hanging up with his father,
writhing in agony before deciding that his clothes needed to be off of him two
years ago. He stripped and laid back down on his bed, hoping it would be cool.
It wasn’t. He whined and rolled over to bury his face in his pillow. He was so
hot and his hole was so slick! He needed an Alpha! He whined again and began
humping his mattress when, miracle of miracles, an Alpha appeared in his
bedroom! A very...wonderfully-smelling Alpha...they smelled like tea and
cinnamon and earth and home...and his. Stiles was salivating as he turned to
look at the mysterious intruder…
“Peter?!” he said, clearly confused. Peter simply stood by the window, his eyes
red. They looked at each other, keeping eye contact until Stiles’ wolf whined
and he looked away. “What are you doing here Peter?” he asked, trying
desperately to keep his voice steady and not betray that Peter’s scent was
driving him mad.
“I...Derek and I...we needed your research skills. I was...I volunteered and
was just going to stay in your room until you got home from school,” Peter
clarified. Stiles rolled his eyes.
“Such a creeper, Peter,” he mumbled into his pillow. Before either of them
could speak again, another wave of heat hit Stiles. He keened and arched
forward, inadvertently presenting his ass to Peter. The older wolf let out a
growl and Stiles whimpered. “Peter, p-please leave. M-my dad’s on his way home
to t-take me to a Heat C-clinic.” the young boy stuttered, lowering himself to
lay evenly on his mattress.
“Do you really want me to leave?” Peter asked, eyes still red and his nostrils
flaring. Stiles looked at him, mouth agape. Peter strutted towards him, taking
his jacket off and dropping it on the floor. When Peter was right in front of
him, the older man grabbed the omega’s chin and tilted his face up to look at
him. “Stiles,” he began. “Do you really want me to leave?”
Stiles inhaled in a staccato rhythm before answering. “N-no. No. Please, please
don’t leave me Peter. Please don’t leave me Alpha!” Stiles begged, getting up
on his knees and wrapping his arms around Peter’s thighs. He nuzzled his face
against the steadily-growing bulge in Peter’s pants. The Alpha carded his
fingers through Stiles’ hair, shushing him.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised. Stiles whimpered against his cock and
Peter moaned, his hand tightening a little in Stiles’s hair. The omega mewled.
“What do you need?” Peter asked, trying his best to keep his wolf at bay for
the time being.
“Need your cock, please Alpha!” Stiles begged. He began to lick Peter’s cloth-
covered cock. Peter groaned but pulled Stiles’ head back. Stiles sobbed.
“Sh, sh, I’m just going to take my pants off, little omega, okay?” Peter said,
petting Stiles’ head. Stiles nuzzled his hand and watched avidly as Peter
slipped his jeans and boxers off his legs. Before they even hit the ground,
Stiles had his mouth around Peter, moaning and drooling all over his stiff
cock. Peter growled and thrust into Stiles’ warm mouth. “That’s it Stiles. Good
boy.” Peter praised and Stiles gagged himself on Peter, taking him down to the
base. Peter praised the gods that he was more than just a man, because
otherwise, he would have come. Instead, he held Stiles’ head tightly and kept
him there. Stiles whimpered a moment later and Peter chuckled. “That’s right,
Stiles. Smell your Alpha. Know my scent, memorize it.” Peter said. He let go of
Stiles who pulled back abruptly and sucked in huge gulps of air. When their
eyes connected again, both sets were glazed over with lust. The spell was
broken when Stiles moaned as another heat wave crashed through him. He leaned
forward and slurped Peter’s cock down like it was his job. Peter let him do
what he wanted, just talking him through it.
“That’s it little omega. Get my cock nice and wet for your pretty hole.”
“Good boy, Stiles. You’re doing so well, pleasing your Alpha.”
“Such a good little cockslut.”
“Pull off.” Peter said, but Stiles didn’t listen. Before Peter could command
him to pull off, Stiles dug his tongue into Peter’s slit and the older man was
gone. He came down Stiles’ throat, pulling out near the end so he could mark
his omega’s face. Peter groaned as he watched Stiles scoop the cum off his face
and into his mouth, licking his fingers clean. Once finished, he grinned
proudly up at Peter who couldn’t help but smile back.
“Good little omega.”
                                     *.*.*
By the time Peter was hard again, Stiles was already laying face-down on his
bed, three long, skinny fingers buried in his slick hole. Peter got on the bed
behind him and pulled the fingers out. Stiles cried but Peter pet his back.
“Don’t worry, Stiles. I’m going to fill you up, now.” Peter reassured, lining
up his hard cock with Stiles’ glistening ass. He slipped easily inside and they
both groaned as Peter bottomed out. Peter stilled, allowing Stiles time to
adjust. When he was ready, Stiles clenched his muscles around Peter, causing
the older man to growl. He gripped Stiles’ hips tightly and began pistoning in
and out of him. Stiles’ moans and pleas filled the air. Peter grinned ferally
as he leaned down, covering Stiles in him and caging him in. He put his lips to
the omega’s ear. “What do you want, Stiles? What do you need?” And the
floodgates opened.
“Knot me, Peter, please! Want you to breed me, fill me with your pups! Want you
to come in me so much my stomach bloats then shove a plug in and keep me full!
Need you to go harder, want bruises, want to wear your marks! Want everyone to
know who my Alpha is, who I belong to! Need you to own me, Alpha!” Stiles
begged, almost wailed. Peter could no longer hold his wolf back. He pulled up
from Stiles’ back and situated himself on his knees. Once he felt secure in his
position, he pulled Stiles up by his hair. The younger man keened as his back
landed against Peter’s chest. Peter used the hand that had pulled him up and
wrapped it around Stiles’ neck, not tightly, but in a possessive manner. His
other arm fell around Stiles’ waist, claws digging into his hip. He pressed his
lips against Stiles’ ear once more.
“Going to breed you so good, Stiles. Going to keep you full of my pups or my
cum, always. There will be no question as to who this cute little omega ass
belongs to. You are mine, Stiles, MINE!” Peter rumbled. “The whole world will
be able to smell my cum in you, on you. I’ll own you, Stiles, I’ll keep you so
good, so happy. Get you a pretty collar to wear around your pale throat, maybe
a leash. My good little omega pet, hm? No more…” Peter grunted. “No more
furniture for you, always keep you on your knees. Where you belong, isn’t it
pet? Belong on your knees for me, mouth always open and hole always prepared.
BecauseI’M YOUR ALPHA!” Peter roared, shoving his knot into Stiles’ ass and
digging his teeth into the meat of Stiles’ shoulder. Stiles screamed his
release and the pair collapsed into a blissful heap on Stiles bed.
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