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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Chris_Argent/Sheriff_Stilinski/Scott_McCall/Allison_Argent, Derek_Hale/
      Deputy_Parrish/Stiles_Stilinski, Very_brief_Adrian_Harris/Stiles
      Stilinski
  Character:
      Adrian_Harris, Scott_McCall, Stiles_Stilinski, Allison_Argent, Chris
      Argent, Sheriff_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Deputy_Parrish, Background_&_Cameo
      Characters
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy_Kink, Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Knifeplay, Blood, Torture, Glove
      Kink, Fingerfucking, Oral_Sex, Finger_Sucking, Bondage, Rape/Non-con
      Elements
  Series:
      Part 7 of Daddy's_Boy
  Collections:
      Anonymous
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-03 Words: 5014
****** No Means No ******
by Anonymous
Summary
     The Sheriff will always be protective of his baby boy, but when
     Harris steps over the line it's not just him who wants a piece of the
     man's hide.
     Please read all tags and warnings, more detailed warnings can be
     found inside.
Notes
     Please please please read all of the warnings. This ventures into
     some slightly different territory then previous fics. I will be
     including a break down of pretty much everything that happens in the
     end notes, so if you'd like to just go straight there please feel
     free. If you have further questions then just send me a comment and
     I'll get back to you ASAP about if it's something that happens or
     not.
     This is the much awaited someone does something the Sheriff doesn't
     like and he has to take care of it.
     As always, dedicated to Kinkyfics (and I am still not Kinckyfics'
     author! Though she did offer me some advice/help/minor edits on
     this!)
     Please tell me if you think I should tag something else! I'm more
     then happy to, I tried to tag basically everything, but that doesn't
     mean I succeeded.
     This is still constantly and perpetually shameless smut.
See the end of the work for more notes
Scott and Allison are waiting for Stiles to finish up his detention. Scott
because Stiles is his ride home, and Allison because Stiles is apparently
joining in with her family bonding, and according to her she wants to at least
be halfway sensible when the fun part starts.
So they’re sitting outside of the door on the floor, waiting for Stiles’
detention with Harris to be over. Scott can hear the wet noises of sex, but is
mostly ignoring them because he really doesn’t find Harris attractive and it
kind of weirds him out. But, well, Stiles always sounds good so ignoring is
tending to be paying attention until he remembers it’s Harris in there, tuning
out then tuning back in when Stiles makes one of his favorite noises. Allison
is texting and seems completely unaware of the fucking happening behind the
door.
“Fuck, no, stop that.” Sounds from inside the classroom and Scott immediately
sits up. He knows his best friend’s hard limits, and anything non-consensual
has always been out. Stiles doesn’t mind playing at not enjoying being tied
down and made to take it, but he never objects. The best he can do is be quiet.
Though Scott knows he prefers to be begging for it, and that’s usually what he
wants. But actual objections? Those don’t happen.
Allison looks up from her texting and he meets her eyes, worry obvious. He can
hear Stiles swear again, and then the loud sound of flesh hitting flesh and a
yelp. He and Allison are both on their feet in an instant, with it only taking
moments for Allison to jimmy open the door with a hairpin. Scott would be more
impressed if he wasn’t so worried.
Stiles is tied to the desk, looking decidedly unhappy and making noises around
what looks like his shirt that’s been stuffed in his mouth. Harris’ dick is
out, an angry red that matches his face. He turns on them as they enter, “You
need to leave.” He has a ruler in his hand and looks pissed.
Scott ignores him and heads for Stiles, Allison beelines for Harris. As soon as
the make shift gag is out of Stiles’ mouth he says, “Get me out of here.” His
voice is firm and not shaking, which Scott takes as a good sign, but he still
doesn’t waste any time cutting away the string he’s been tied with. Harris
tries to get past where Allison has backed him up nearly to the far wall and
she hits him with her taser. Harris goes down in a twitching pile.
Scott swears, seeing how tight the string has been wrapped around his friend,
Allison glances to make sure Scott doesn’t need help, then tasers Harris again.
She kicks him, for good measure, before helping Scott get a swearing Stiles on
his feet. They dress him carefully and help him walk out. Harris makes what is
probably a protest behind them, but he can’t get up to follow.
Allison grabs Stiles’ keys while Scott loads the two of them into the back of
the jeep. He keeps petting his best friends hair and kissing him, softly, being
gentle of the split lip that had been hiding behind the make shift gag. Stiles
relaxes into the embrace and starts to shake slightly, and though he doesn’t
actively kiss back, he drags Scott back to it when he starts to pull back.
At a red light, Scott can see Allison texting again, but he keeps his attention
on Stiles, who has started to shake more in his arms.
By the time they pull up to the Stilinski residence, the Sheriff’s cruiser is
parked in the driveway.
Stiles’ dad meets them at the door and pulls them all inside. He cradles his
son’s face in his hands, tilting it this way and that, before laying a gentle
kiss on his forehead. “Scott, will you grab some frozen peas from the freezer?
Allison, can you contact Professor Hale and Deputy Parrish? You can use the
office phone.” His attention never wavers from his son, and as Scott walks out
to retrieve the peas he hears the Sheriff ask, “What did he do?”
Scott gives himself five minutes to panic in the kitchen, thoughts of being too
late or not being there racing through his head before he pulls himself
together and grabs the peas. By the time he brings them out, Mr. Argent,
Professor Hale and Deputy Parrish have all arrived. Allison has her arms
crossed and keeps shifting, he can tell she wants to yell but is trying to
contain herself.
Stiles is being cradled in his father’s arms, but with a few murmured words, he
hands him off to Hale. He holds out a hand for the peas and Scott hands them
over, he puts them on his son’s jaw and presses another kiss to the boy’s
forehead. Stiles curls close to the professor as his dad steps away and Parrish
steps up, forming a barrier between him and the rest of the world.
Mr. Argent nods, “Allison, Scott, with me.” And he walks out the door. The
Sheriff stays behind to exchange a few words with the professor and his deputy
but joins them shortly.
The Sheriff and Mr. Argent direct the kids to the SUV, and Allison and Scott
climb in the back, but continue to watch the fathers have a discussion that
they can’t hear but seems to mostly be them agreeing with each other.
Eventually Allison speaks into the silence of the car, “I want to go with them,
when they make him pay.”
And Scott, well, Scott has never considered himself particularly blood thirsty,
but for Stiles, yeah, he wants to know the bastard is suffering, so he meets
Allison’s eyes and nods.
When the adults get into the car, Scott and Allison immediately crowd up behind
their seats, “You’re going to make him suffer, right? We want to be there.
We’ll help. I tasered him.”
The Sheriff turns around as Mr. Argent starts the car and smiles at them, “You
can come, but you have to promise to do what we say and stay quiet. I’m very
proud of both of you for how you handled the situation earlier, and me and
Chris want to give you a reward, okay sweethearts?”
They nod in tandem and sink back into their seats, buckling in.
An hour or so later finds all of them in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of
town, with Professor Harris tied to a chair in the middle of the room,
unconscious. He’s naked, the only color on him being the dark rope that Chris
secured tightly and the rubber bands that are wrapped even tighter around the
base of his scrotum.
Allison has been set with the task of stretching Scott, and is doing so with
long fingers dripping with her own come. She’s extremely good at it, always
adding just that extra bit of pressure and he can imagine her stretching her
dad for her mom. She’s swallowing his gasps with murmuring what he has to
assume is nonsense since his brain can’t process it as she stretches him until
she can fit four of her fingers inside of him. He’s holding off his orgasm with
his hand, since he was told not to come yet. Both John and Chris are standing
over them, Chris is petting Scott’s shuddering flank and John is pressing
kisses to the side of Allison’s neck, telling her just what to do when their
captive makes a noise.
“Where am I? What’s going on? I demand that you untie me at once!”
No one looks at Harris, despite the franticness in his voice. The Sheriff pets
Allison’s hair and pulls back, “You can stop stretching him for now. I want
that hand in your pussy, baby. But move, so you can see what’s happening.”
She nods and with a squelch pulls her fingers from Scott’s grasping hole. His
back bows and Chris is there immediately, guiding Scott’s hand off his cock and
into his wet ass. Scott whimpers and Chris gives him a soft kiss, “That’s a
good boy. You keep yourself filled and stretched, but you still aren’t allowed
to come. You need to watch what’s happening.”
He too nods and shifts, so he and Allison are both leaning against the same
wall, hands holding themselves open, prepared to watch just how far their
daddies will go to keep them safe.
He watches as the Sheriff grabs a pair of black leather gloves from the pile of
tools the two men brought in the SUV and tugs them on. His hands look obscene
in the slick leather, and he flexes them before running the back of his fingers
down the cheek of first Scott then Allison. He accepts the thin bladed knife
that Chris hands to him and walks towards Harris. Scott knows he’s supposed to
watch, so he tries, but it’s hard.
As much as he wants Harris to suffer, and he wants to know Harris is suffering,
he doesn’t know if he wants to watch. Harris is thrashing now, eyes wide and
watching the Sheriff. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Let me go!”
The Sheriff sits in the chair directly in front of Harris and leans forward,
forearms on his knees, “I’ve been led to understand you have trouble
understanding the meaning of the word no.” Scott hears the words but they
become white noise in the background as he focuses on the Sheriff and how he’s
sitting. He wants, more then anything, to be sitting between those legs, for
the hands in the leather gloves to be guiding him and forcing him to take his
cock deep.
He twists his fingers inside of himself and his back bows, he sees Harris shake
his head through half lidded eyes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, if
that little slut said—“
Harris cuts off with a cry as John backhands him. “Watch your mouth.” Scott
can’t believe that watching this is making him harder — it’s terrible, it’s
torture but he, god, he wants them so bad.
Harris grimaces and swallows, nodding tightly, “I think there’s been a
misunderstanding.”
Scott has to use his freehand to ring the base of his cock as John smiles,
sharklike, “I agree, there has been a misunderstanding.”
Harris relaxes and Scott can feel his arousal dampening with every word the man
says to explain himself, “It was a scene, he wanted it.”
John shakes his head, and Scott’s focus moves to Chris. His sleeves are rolled
up and he’s dragging on his own pair of gloves, pulling them on one finger at a
time and then flexing his hands. His forearms flex and Scott imagines he can
feel the leather in replace of his own fingers. John continues speaking as
Scott watches Chris start to circle the pair. “No. That’s not what was
misunderstood.”
Absently, Scott can hear Harris’s voice gain some power, but he’s watching as
Chris stalks around his prey, arousal returning. “Yes, it was, those little —
those kids didn’t understand what was going on and —“
The Sheriff holds up a single finger and it’s enough to stop Harris in his
tracks. It’s also enough to make Scott turn his attention to Allison next to
him so he’s not awkwardly shuffling over there and trying to take it in his
mouth. “Those very good kids understood. You didn’t. My son said no.”
“But he—“ Of course, looking at Allison doesn’t help much. Her eyes are as
glazed as he’s sure his are and she’s bitting her lip hard enough to leave an
imprint, fingers in her pussy twitching as she tugs her shirt against her erect
nipples.
His attention only moves away from her when she starts panting at what she’s
watching, and he turns to see that Chris has circled around and has a hand
wrapped around the teacher’s neck, cutting off his words and air supply.
He joins her in fighting not to make any noise, the easy strength that Chris is
showing, the flex of his forearm as he tightens and loosens his grip to make
sure the man doesn’t pass out just yet but can’t talk is oddly mesmerizing. The
Sheriff smiles as Harris starts to turn red, “No means no, professor.”
Chris lets go, Scott’s eyes follow his arm as it drops to his side and admires
as his fingers continue to flex as if he wanted nothing more then to actually
strangle the man to death. Scott is more then a little confused at how arousing
he finds the concept and has to keep himself from coming by focusing on Harris
gasping for breath and coughing.
John fiddles with the knife in his hand, his fingers smoothing up and down the
handle of it as he’s done with Scott’s cock. Scott arches into the imagined
sensation and next to him Allison is making these bitten off little whimpers
that mean she’s close. John looks over his shoulder at the too of them, eyes
dark, and shakes his head at Allison. She goes completely still besides him,
and when he looks her eyes are closed and he can only imagine what she’s having
to imagine to keep from coming, her fingers have stilled but her arm is shaking
slightly with the effort to not chase her own pleasure. But she’s a good girl
and she stops, just in time to see John arch an eyebrow at Chris, who nods. “I
don’t want this to be a lesson you’ll forget, Adrian, so Chris here is going to
make sure you remember.”
He stands up and hands the knife off to Chris, walking around until he’s behind
Harris with his hands heavy on his shoulders. Scott knows he’s supposed to
watch, and it’s clear what’s coming, but he really doesn’t want to, so instead
of watching as Chris cuts into the man he locks gazes with the Sheriff. Sees
the promise of exactly how far they will go to protect them in his gaze, and
exactly what they’re going to do to them after the fact. Scott shivers and
accidentally bumps his prostate with his fingers, he’d been steadily avoiding
it until just then, knowing how little it was going to take.
He has to close his eyes and breathe deeply for a few moments, desperately
clutching the base of his cock, until he has control again. The process is
helped by the fact that Harris has started to scream and sob and beg. He still
doesn’t want to look, as pleased as he is knowing what they’ll do for him, but
he was asked to and he’s a good boy, so he opens his eyes just in time to see
Chris finishing off what looks like the word ‘NO’ into the mans chest before he
jerks his eyes up to lock with John’s again.
Next to him Allison is starting to whine high in her throat, and he just knows
that she’s mesmerized by what her daddy is doing. Harris goes quiet all at once
and Scott risks looking down again, just in time to see Chris wipe the blade
off on his glove, ‘MEA’ carved into the man.
John starts to hit Harris and Scott turns his attention to Allison. As he’d
guessed, her eyes are firmly fixed on the action in front of her, three of her
fingers pumping steadily into her wet channel, making obscene squelching
noises. Scott isn’t as good as edging himself as she is, and sure enough, just
as Harris comes to again and starts screaming he can see her fingers slow as
she tries to catch her breath and stave off her own orgasm.
He watches her watch her daddy work, bringing herself almost to orgasm twice
more and backing off each time before John walks past towards the pile of
tools. The man picks up some sort of salve and Scott’s gaze follows him back to
where Harris is slumped over, a mess of blood and snot, his chest red and angry
and bloody and reading, in it’s entirety, ‘NO MEANS NO’.
As John starts to smear the salve on, Harris starts screaming again, but Scott
finds he doesn’t mind. The man needed to be taught a lesson. But when Chris
walks away from the bloody mess and towards him, Scott’s gaze follows. Chris
cleans his knife, more thoroughly this time before putting it away. Then he
leans over and kisses his daughter, the hand cradling her chin leaving blood
smears. He answers the question that must be in her gaze that Scott can’t see,
“It’s from Melissa, it’ll help it heal, and help it scar. But it hurts in the
process.”
Scott makes a needy noise, it’s something about seeing the bright red blood on
Allison’s cheek, it’s the same color as her well bitten lips and the kiss Chris
gives her is filthy and claiming. Chris offers him the same kiss he gave his
daughter before caressing each of their faces one last time, leaving matching
streaks of red and walking over to join John.
By the time Scott’s able to focus on the here and now again, Harris has passed
out from the pain and has bright white bandages wrapped what looks like too
tight around his torso. John crouches down to presumably examine the rubber
bands around the man’s balls and makes a noise that shows he’s pleased with the
progress.
He stands in a smooth motion and both he and Chris turn their full attention to
the kids. Scott can’t help but whine high and long in the back of his throat as
he twists his fingers inside of him. Next to him Allison is making her own
needy whimpers.
Chris goes to Scott as the Sheriff goes to Allison. He cups her face in his
hands and leans down to kiss her panting mouth filthy. He pulls back when she
starts to whine and smiles, tugging on her hair, “Stiles told me how you
protected him. Bursting in there and incapacitating him. I’m so proud of you,
baby girl. Thank yo so much for protecting my boy.”
She nods, eyes wide, and he brushes a soft kiss over her lips, “You know we’d
do anything to protect each and every one of you, to keep you safe.” She nods
and twists her fingers inside herself again, she’d shoved a fourth in there as
they were finishing up the second ‘NO’, but it’s not enough.
He nods, “Good.” And then gently tugs her hand out and shoves three of his
fingers, still in the glove, into her warm wet heat. He swallows the cry that
produces in her and licks into her mouth. Once she’s gone limp, he picks her up
and repositions them, so she’s on his lap, thighs spread wide by his open legs,
facing outward so they can watch Chris fuck into Scott’s mouth. He rubs and
pinches at her nipples with one gloved hand, the other lazily fingering her
cunt, as she pants and watches her daddy.
After a few moments he pulls his fingers from her, the glove is soaked through,
leather going wet and glossy, and he offers the fingers up to her. It takes her
a moment to see them, her glazed gaze fixed firmly on her dad, but when she
does she nearly lunges forward to take them in her mouth and it’s only his
other hand on her breast that keeps her from toppling.
He chuckles and lets her nurse herself off his fingers before moving the hand
on her breast down to start fucking into her. She whimpers around his fingers,
drool starting to leak out of her mouth as fucks into her mouth with the same
rhythm that he’s moving in her cunt. When he pulls his fingers from her mouth
she tries to chase them, but he tisks in her ear and she stops, shaking as the
wet fingers start to pinch at her puffy nipples through her shirt.
Chris has Scott on his knees in front of them and is praising him as he fucks
his cock into his mouth. “That’s right pet, take it all. You’re such a good boy
aren’t you? Protecting your little brother like that. We’re so proud of you.”
Scott’s face is as blissful as it always is when he has a cock in his mouth,
eyes dark and drool leaking out of his mouth.
His fingers are twisting up inside himself and he’s starting to fuck the air
when Chris finally pulls out. Scott tries to follow his cock, but Chris holds
him back with a firm hand tangled in his hair. He looks up and meets his
daughter’s eyes. “Baby, don’t you want the Sheriff’s thick cock splitting you
open? Why don’t you get him out?”
And she takes it as a command, hands going blind behind her as she scrabbles to
get his cock out. She can’t manage to get the belt completely undone, but after
a few long moments she manages to pull his cock free. John laughs and doesn’t
help as she desperately tries to shift so she can get it in her.
Chris clicks his tongue, “Baby girl, you need help. Tell him how much you want
it and maybe he’ll help you.”
She turns her head and meets John’s eyes, the words come out in a rush,
tripping over themselves to get off her tongue, “Please Sir, I want your cock
in me, hot and hard and splitting me open until I can feel it with every breath
I take. I want you to fuck me until I’m sloppy with your come, please sir, let
me have your cock.”
He groans and drags her up so he can lower her onto his cock. She tosses her
head and moans at how good it feels, thick and hot and hard inside of her.
Chris helps a trembling Scott to his feet and guides him closer to the pair,
“Don’t they look delicious, pet? Want to get your mouth all slick with her come
as he fucks her open?” Scott whines and Chris helps him down to his knees. John
offers Scott the fingers that had just been fucking into Allison’s cunt, and he
takes them in eagerly, licking around them and sucking, trying to get every bit
he can from the leather. John finally pulls his fingers from his mouth and uses
the hand to grab the back of the boy’s neck and drag him so he can lick at
where John’s cock is shoved snug into Allison. Chris forces Scott to tilt his
hips up and slowly pushes into his slutty little hole.
Scott is just panting against Allison as Chris starts to fuck into him, but a
smack against his thigh has him refocusing and starting to lick, alternating
between Allison’s folds and John’s dick where it disappears into them.
John settles his hands tight on Allison’s hips and moves her up, only to drop
her back down as he thrusts up. She throws her head back and settles it against
his shoulder, panting as she twists into the thrusts and into Scott’s mouth.
When she shakes through her orgasm, Scott is kind enough to move on to focusing
on the Sheriff’s balls and the base of his cock that’s getting drenched with
Allison’s come, the Sheriff doesn’t stop fucking Allison through it.
It isn’t long before Scott can feel his balls drawing up, but even though he
doesn’t think he makes a sound around where he’s back to being buried in
Allison’s cunt, Chris reaches a hand out and grips the base of his cock tight,
“Not yet, pet.”
Scott sucks harder on Allison’s cunt, and this time she comes it seems to
trigger the Sheriff as he stills within her after a few last harsh thrusts, and
his cock pulses. Scott, hungry for it, seals his mouth around where they are
joined, and catches as much come as he can as the Sheriff eventually lifts
Allison off of his cock and more securely onto Scott’s mouth.
Once she’s writhing at the end of his tongue, over sensitive, he turns his
attention to nursing the last of it off of John. He barely even notices Chris
swearing as he comes, hot inside him. But then Chris is manhandling him,
pulling him away from John’s soft wet cock and back up against his chest, his
cock soft but still inside him. “Baby girl, you want his come?”
Allison nods, glaze eyed, and John helps her make her shaky way to wrap her
mouth around the head of Scott’s cock. John holds her back from going deeper,
“If he wants to come he has to do it like this.” But Chris is letting go of the
base of Scott’s cock, and fucking a finger up beside his softening cock, and it
doesn’t take anymore for Scott to come with a groan into Allison’s waiting
mouth. She swallows it all, only a tiny bit of come leaking out, that the
Sheriff licks away as he helps her get put back together.
Chris licks his daughter’s come off of Scott’s mouth as he helps the boy stand
on shaking legs and start to get dressed again.
By the time they’ve all cleaned up as best they’re able, Harris still hasn’t
regained consciousness. Chris removes the ropes from around him, cleans up the
evidence and loads the SUV as John kisses and praises the kids by turn, getting
them tucked into the back of the vehicle.
They leave Harris slumped over in his chair, bandage around the cuts on his
chest, balls slowly loosing circulation with the rubber bands.
They drop Scott off at his home, with Rafael who they called before taking him
out. He pets Scott as the Sheriff tells him details of what happened, before
carrying his son upstairs to bathe.
Chris and Allison drop the Sheriff off at home, before heading off to update
Victoria on all that happened. As the Principle of the High School, she has
work to do anyways regarding the events of today.
When the Sheriff walks inside, hanging his jacket up by the door, he’s greeted
with a very pretty sight. Stiles is naked and curled up against Derek. Derek is
petting his chest and rubbing lightly over the marks that still remain from
earlier, kissing his neck softly. Parrish is between the boy’s legs, sweetly
licking at his cock and balls. The Sheriff is just in time to see Stiles come
on a sigh, splattering Parrish’s face with his come.
He walks forward on silent feet and grips Parrish’s hair, tilting his face up
so he can lick into his mouth and catch some of his son’s come. He lets go of
Parrish and then leans forward to kiss his son, softly, sharing the taste of
him. Stiles sighs again, happy and sleepy, and holds his arms out, “Daddy.”
John kisses his forehead, “I’m here son. I love you. Why don’t you have Derek
run you a bath and I’ll be up to tuck you in?” Stiles nods and Derek stands
effortlessly, picking him up and carrying him upstairs.
John has phone calls to make to prepare for the next day, there are a lot of
people he has to talk to. He also still has some agitation to work off, and so
he nods Parrish towards his bedroom, knowing his deputy can take it harder then
he’d be willing to give to any of the kids just now.
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It’s later in the day by the time he gets the call, but he’s less then
surprised, so he rounds up his son and Derek, regretfully interrupting them as
Derek looks beautiful licking a moaning Stiles open. Parrish he leaves, bruised
and wrung out from pleasure, in his bed. The man needs sleep.
He texts everyone else as they make their way to Whittemore’s law firm. By the
time they get there, Harris is standing before Whittemore’s desk, looking
triumphant. The look fades, slowly, as person after person files into the
office. He’s narrow eyed and suspicious by the time Mayor Mahealani files in
and shuts the door behind her.
Stiles is hidden by the bigger combined bulk of Agent McCall and Professor
Hale, and has been since they entered.
Finally David Whittemore gestures for Harris to start talking, and he does.
Spraying vitriol slightly hesitantly about how disgusting what the Sheriff is
doing to his own son is, what a horrible whore the son is and how unjustly they
tortured him last night. The room is silent and lets him rant, no one saying
anything. The lack of reaction causes him to trail off in the middle of his
rant, hesitate, then continue it with less conviction.
Eventually David gives him a flat look, “I’m afraid, Mr. Harris, given the news
that has so recently come to light about you, you’re going to find an
unsympathetic audience here.”
Harris shakes, slightly, and opens and closes his mouth a few time before
asking, “What has come to light?”
Agent McCall steps forward and hands him a file full of accusations, backed by
testament from nearly all of the most well standing citizens in town, including
the Mayor.
As Harris turns pale, reading. Stiles steps forward, and with a grin smacks the
folder he’s carrying against Harris’ chest, not hard but hard enough to make
the injured man wince. “Also, dude, you’re fired, you’re being evicted and,
congrats, you’re a registered sex offender. Get the fuck out of my town.”
The Sheriff steps forward so he’s right behind his son, but he doesn’t say
anything, just stares until Harris beats a hasty retreat out the door,
awkwardly moving around the crowd of people that don’t shift at all to let him
through.
Stiles lets out a breath, once he’s gone, and his shoulders relax. He feels
better now.
End Notes
     First off, you can ignore this section if you've already read the fic
     but it's basically a breakdown of what happens for anyone who wants
     to know before they venture into the fic:
     Something happens with Harris that Stiles says no to, it's never
     explicitly stated what happens but he is tied up too tight and gets
     gagged and smacked enough to get a split lip. Allison and Scott step
     in, Harris gets tazered and Stiles gets removed from the situation.
     Chris and John then knock Harris out and tie him up, including
     binding his balls with rubber bands in the hopes that they suffer
     damage. They smack him around a little though Scott tries not to pay
     much attention, they also carve words into his chest. He passes out
     from the pain. They clean and bind the wounds and then Chris, John,
     Scott and Allison all have sex. There is some blood pressed into the
     kids faces, but very little. Stiles does get to confront Harris at
     the end as he gets driven out of town.
     (If anyone feels like there's something more I should say in that
     brief summary please let me know!)
     As always, hope you enjoyed! If I have any errors please let me know!
     I don't have a beta so always a concern.
     I am still accepting suggestions for extra kinks, and for whose story
     you want to hear next! Or anything else you really want. That being
     said, there's no need to tell me something you don't want to see,
     unless it's to ask that I make sure to tag it (though I do promise to
     do my best with tagging!)
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