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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Peter_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Deputy_Derek_Hale, Underage_Sex, Dubious_Consent, Stiles_is_a_Minor,
      Under-negotiated_Kink, Humiliation, Crying, Dirty_Talk, Bestiality, Non-
      Penetrative_Bestiality, Fluff, Peter_Hale_is_a_Dog_NOT_a_Human
  Series:
      Part 6 of My_Baby
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-04 Words: 2095
****** My Baby and Man's Best Friend ******
by msemmyjones
Summary
     Quickly, Derek ended his phone call and made his way back to living
     room. When he reached the doorway, Derek stopped in his tracks, the
     sight before him almost too much for him to comprehend.
Notes
     I think it has been a few installments since I mentioned this, but
     please remember that this is a work of fiction and absolutely NONE of
     these actions are to be condoned in real life. Not a one.
     Please read the tags as this one is getting into some real
     questionable territory. This isn't a kink that will be showing up
     very often in this series, so feel free to skip this installment if
     it grosses you out. No hard feelings.
     And, as always, this is unbeta-ed so all mistakes are mine. Enjoy.
See the end of the work for more notes
Derek Hale stood naked in his kitchen, eyes rolled up to the Heavens in
exasperation and cell phone pressed to his ear. “Sure thing, Sheriff,” he was
saying, trying his best to sound polite and accommodating all the while hoping
to get the Sheriff off the phone as quickly as possible. He needed to get back
to little Stiles Stilinski, currently bound and gagged on the living room
coffee table, not to mention covered in his own cum from Derek milking his
prostate. Had it been anyone else to interrupt their morning romp they would
have been soundly ignored – Derek liked to play hard, and hated that his boy
was coming down without him there to monitor him – but with the Sheriff being
Derek’s boss, not to mention Stiles’ father, it wouldn’t do to leave him
hanging. “Yep, Parrish and I can canvas the neighborhood first thing tomorrow
morning.”
A little whimper sounded from the living room, and Derek frowned, turning
towards the noise. “No, Sheriff,” he said, “Stiles isn’t here right now. He’s
walking Peter right now, but I can have him call you when he gets back…okay.
Okay, yeah…You have a good day, too, Sheriff. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Quickly, Derek ended his phone call and made his way back to living room. When
he reached the doorway, Derek stopped in his tracks, the sight before him
almost too much for him to comprehend.
Stiles was squirming with all his might, wailing through his gag, seemingly
doing his level best to close his legs and protect himself from the furry head
keeping his legs open. Peter, Derek’s Irish wolfhound that Stiles had come to
love so much, had apparently wandered out of the bedroom and found the
nakedness and availability of little Stiles Stilinski too much to resist.
Peter’s long tongue lapped at Stiles’ little cock and balls, soaking them
despite Stiles’ efforts to cover them. Derek noticed the tears beginning to
leak from Stiles’ scrunched closed eyes, and his own cock twitched at the
delicious sight.
It was that twitch that wrenched Derek out of his stupor, and – horrified by
his own reaction – he hurried over to boy, dropping heavily to his knees beside
him. He fully intended to drag Peter away from the boy’s trembling form – after
all, they may enjoy a little humiliation during their play together, but he
certainly had no intention of traumatizing the poor boy – but as he took a
closer look, something stayed his hand. Despite his tears and struggles,
Stiles’ cock was fully chubbed up. For every frightened sob, he heard a
responding pleasured moan. For every squirm away from Peter’s tongue, there was
a corresponding buck up into it. It had never crossed Derek’s mind to include
Peter in their time together before, but if it was something that made Stiles
feel good he was happy to indulge. Maybe Stiles just needed a little nudge to
allow himself to let go.
“What’s this, Baby? You found a new friend.”
At the sound of Derek’s voice, Stiles’ efforts to get away from Peter began
anew. He had lost himself for a minute, lost himself in the mind-numbing
pleasure of Peter’s rough, wet tongue. But he couldn’t let Derek see him like
that, see him enjoying an animal in the same ways that he enjoyed Derek. What
would Derek think of him then? He was a good boy, not a freak! Stiles panicked,
shaking his head back and forth, grunting through his gag, and bucking his hips
wildly.
“Shhhh,” Derek soothed him, running his fingers gently through Stiles’ hair
with one hand, and holding Peter back by the collar in the other. “Shhhh. Calm
down, Baby. Just breathe. Can you breathe for me?”
Stiles’ struggles calmed considerably now that Peter had backed off. Slowly, he
opened big, wet eyes to Derek, horrified at the disgust he was sure he would
see there. But Derek just grinned and kept softly petting Stiles’ hair.
“Look at you, Baby. I had no idea you were such a dirty little boy.” Stiles
whimpered at Derek’s words, still worried at what Derek thought. “No idea how
much you wanted Peter’s wet doggy tongue.”
Stiles shook his head, eyes filling up with tears again, but Derek shushed him,
gently kissing his sweat-streaked forehead. “Baby, you don’t have to lie to me.
Look at how hard your little cock is.” Reluctantly, Stiles glanced down his
body to where his dick lay, fat and hard against his belly. He felt his cheeks
flood with color at the confirmation of just how much he had enjoyed Peter
playing with him.
“I think you want this, Baby,” Derek continued. “I think you liked Peter’s
attention. And it’s okay if you do, Sweetheart. It’s okay. Just tell me. Tell
me and I’ll let him go.” Derek took a second to glance down at Peter who was
struggling to get out of his hold and back to the sweet treat of Stiles’ body.
“I’ll let him go, and he can make you feel so good. Do you want him to make you
feel good?”
Stiles closed his eyes again, trying to hide his shame from Derek. He didwant
it. He wanted to feel that rough tongue on him again, wanted to feel its heat
envelope his little cock and bathe his balls. He knew it was wrong to want it,
but it had felt sogood. And to be fair, wanting Derek was wrong, too. Letting
Derek kiss him and touch him and fuck him was wrong, but he let him do it
anyway. Derek loved him. Derek would take care of him. Derek would understand.
Haltingly, with his eyes still closed, Stiles nodded his head. Derek let out a
breath he didn’t realize he was holding, his body sagging slightly with guilty
relief. If Stiles had shaken his head no, that would have been the end of it.
Derek would nevermake the boy do something he didn't want to. But he was happy
Stiles had said yes. “That’s right, Baby,” he said, his gentle petting and
soothing voice allowing Stiles to fully relax. “That’s good. Just relax. Relax
and let Peter in.” Slowly, he led Peter back between Stiles’ legs and let him
go. The big dog took his cues from his master and softly licked up Stiles’
dick.
Stiles moaned as he let his body fully sink into Peter’s gentle ministrations,
his hips trying to maneuver themselves closer of their own accord, and Derek
slowly reached down the boy’s thigh. As he lightly stroked Stiles’ soft skin,
he easily raised the boy’s leg, gripping him behind the knee, allowing Peter
more access. Stiles squealed as the dog’s snout moved away from his cock and
down towards his hole, tongue doing its best to push inside, all pretense of
calm, gentleness forgotten.
At this, the boy’s hips began to buck in earnest again, though all attempts to
dislodge the dog were in the past. Stiles began to pant through his gag, and
moaned low in his throat as Derek continued to stroke his thigh and whisper
filth in his ear. “There you go, Baby, there you go. I knew you needed him in
your slutty hole. Your little hole needs all the attention it can get. I know
it. I know how hungry it can get.”
Stiles threw his head back and wailed as Peter’s tongue was able to breach his
hole. His whole body trembled at the indulgence; Peter’s long tongue snaking up
his channel, wiggling deep inside him. “And you love it, don’t you, Babyslut?”
Derek continued. “Love his doggy tongue all over you pretty baby cock and your
little baby balls and inside your sweet baby hole.”
Derek pulled Stiles’ leg back even further, letting Peter get his tongue in as
deep as it could go. Stiles’ hips humped up harder, searching for friction, but
Derek was content to let his boy dance on his dog’s tongue a little longer. His
free hand reached down and grabbed his own cock, squeezing and stroking it. It
pulsed as he listened to the wet slurping of Peter eating Stiles’ ass with
abandon – a sloppy, slobbery mess – and the perpetual high-pitched whine teased
out of Stiles’ throat as he wavered back and forth between mindless bliss and
abject humiliation.
Finally, Derek took his hand off his own cock and reached for Stiles’. He kept
his strokes slow and light, just a tease. “Is it enough, Baby? Is his tongue in
your slutty ass enough? Because I know your ass isn’t your only hungry hole. I
know how much you like your mouth filled. You want his tongue up there in your
mouth? Little doggy kisses?” Stiles swallowed thickly, his lips wet and swollen
around the gag in his mouth. He could only answer with desperate hums and
groans.
“Or better yet, maybe it’s his cock you want. You wanna wrap your lips around
his wet, doggy cock?” Stiles fucked his hips up into the loose circle of
Derek’s fist, wailing for more as the images Derek was describing made his
little prick twitch and leak. He shuddered at the thought. He could imagine his
lips plump and wet as they stretched over Peter’s pink cock; he could feel
Peter humping his face, thrusting his cock deep into Stiles’ throat. Shame
snaked its way through Stiles veins as he imagined it, imagined loving it. “He
likes your cock, it’s only right to return the favor.”
Stiles cried out as Derek suddenly increased the pace on his cock, but his
cried couldn’t drown out Derek’s words. “Once you’ve gotten his dick slick,
maybe I’ll even let him mount you. Do you want that, Babyslut? Wanna be Peter’s
little bitch? I think you do. You want his hand, doggy cock pounding into your
slutty ass, don’t you? Want his fat knot plugging up your hole?”
A sob ripped its way out of Stiles’ throat as he came, spurting over his
heaving belly. Derek grinned at the sight, pulling Peter away and taking up his
place between Stiles’ spread legs. Derek jerked his own cock, fast and hard,
and it only took a few tugs before he was adding his own cum to the mess on
Stiles’ body, shooting his load directly onto Stiles’ wet, sopping hole. Taking
his cock in hand, Derek pushed in gently.
“Look at how hard you came, Baby,” Derek said, voice hushed in reverent awe.
Flushing, Stiles turned his face away from Derek, embarrassed but thoroughly
sated. He breathed deeply through his nose, keeping his eyes closed as he
processed what had happened, letting Derek’s hard cock keep him grounded and
connected to his lover. Derek slowly pumped his hips, gliding his cock through
Stiles’ sloppy mess, letting himself soften.
“Look at me, Sweetheart,” Derek finally directed. Hesitantly, Stiles opened his
eyes.
Derek grinned. “That was beautiful, Baby. It’s okay that you liked it. Okay how
good that doggy tongue made you feel.” Derek pulled his now soft cock out of
Stiles and reached up to untie the gag. Gentle fingers massaged the sides of
the boy’s jaw as he worked it open and closed a few times. Moving down Stiles’
body – continuing to pet and caress and gentle every inch of the boy’s skin –
Derek untied his arms and legs as well. Gently and easily, he scooped the boy
up in his arms and walked them over to the couch. Stiles sighed as he melted
into Derek’s body, curled up in his lap, all the tension in his own muscles
eased away.
“I did like it,” Stiles finally whispered, blushing. He kept his head down, not
wanting to look at Derek’s face during this admission. “Liked it a lot. It felt
so good. But I thought you’d be mad. Or…or think I was gross or something.”
Derek pressed a faint kiss to the top of Stiles head. He buried his nose in the
boy’s hair and took a deep breath, letting the smell of sex and sweat and
sweet, perfect boy fill his senses. “No, Baby. I’d never think that. I’m happy
with anything that makes you feel good.”
Stiles nodded, still not quite ready to look up. He rested his cheek against
the hard muscle of Derek’s chest, listening to the thump, thump, thump of his
heart. Derek’s heart. Derek’s strong, solid heart. The heart that loved him.
Stiles smiled, emboldened by the steady beat, and finally looked up into
Derek’s face.
“Maybe we can do it again sometime?”
End Notes
     Wow, okay three months was way longer than I planned between
     installments. So sorry guys! Unfortunately some Real Life got in the
     way (my company downsized and I got laid off) so I had to prioritize
     my time into other things. However, things are looking up so
     hopefully this is the start of much more to come.
     As always, please let me know what you think and if there's anything
     you'd like to see in the future!
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