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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Peter_Hale, Sheriff_Stilinski/Stiles_Stilinski, Rafael_McCall/
      Scott_McCall, Chris_Argent/Isaac_Lahey, Liam_Dunbar/Step-Daddy_Dunbar
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall, Isaac_Lahey, Liam_Dunbar, Sheriff
      Stilinski, Rafael_McCall, Chris_Argent, step-daddy_dunbar, Peter_Hale,
      Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Light_Bondage, Daddy_Kink, Rough_Sex, Anal
      Sex, Oral_Sex, Implied/Referenced_Underage_Sex, Drunk_Sex, Mpreg,
      Impregnation, Non-Consensual_Somnophilia, Anonymous_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-09 Words: 4052
****** These are desperate measures now ******
by kitkinks
Summary
     Prompt! Scott, Stiles, and Isaac (and Liam?) get super jealous when
     they see Derek whelp Peter's pups. They make a pact.
Notes
     Full Prompt: Scott, Stiles, and Isaac (and Liam?) get super jealous
     when they see Derek whelp Peter's pups. They make a pact that Scott
     and Stiles will get their dads to knock them up before Peter can
     knock Derek up again, and Isaac will do the same with Chris. (And
     Liam with his step-dad?)
     woof this one is a big one, and I gotta say, I totally love it. I
     hope you do too, anon! anyways, if you'd like to request your own
     kinky slash fic, feel free to head over to my tumblr, kitkinks and
     send me a prompt!
See the end of the work for more notes
It all begins the day Derek gave birth.  The rest of the pack had watched in
wonder as Derek’s stomach swelled with pups, and had hounded him with questions
about it endlessly until Peter would come by, wrap an arm protectively around
his nephew’s shoulder, and pull him off somewhere else so he could rest without
being pestered by a bunch of teenagers.  Scott, Stiles, Isaac, and Liam would
always discuss it when the Hale’s were out of earshot—how hot it was that
Derek’s uncle had fathered the brood that grew in his stomach, how fascinating
it was that he could carry five children at once, how much fun it was going to
be to have little baby werewolves to take care of and play with.
Derek’s due date came, and after giving birth to five little werechildren,
Peter invited the rest of the pack over to see the new additions.
“They’re beautiful.” Scott said through a smile, which Derek returned.  Derek
was understandably tired, but looked content with his alpha and the rest of his
pack nearby, a litter of pups asleep at his chest, and their father, his uncle,
hovering nearby in case he needed anything.
“I wish I could have some.”  Isaac said, and the room went quiet, all eyes
trained on him.
“It… could be fun.”  Stiles agreed, followed by a sheepish “Yeah,” from Liam.
Peter shrugged.  “So have some.  All male pack members can carry.  Even the
human ones.”  Peter glanced at Stiles, “With so much exposure to werewolf
hormones, I bet you’ve already started cycling.  Trust me, one good bareback
fuck and you’d carry.  All of you could, especially at your age.”
The moment of awkwardness that followed caused the subject to drop and the
night to continue until Derek was falling asleep and Peter was insisting the
teenage boys leave so he and his new family could spend some time alone
together.  As the four boys walked out of the loft, Scott finally broached the
subject again.
“Let’s do it.” He said, earning a questioning glance from Isaac and a deep
blush from Liam.
“Do what?”  Stiles asked in reply.
“Get pregnant.  All of us.  Peter is all about expanding the pack so you can
bet he’ll get another litter in Derek as soon as Derek is feeling up to it. 
Let’s beat them to it.  Four more litters growing in the four of us before
Derek gets his second.”
“Yeah, but… do we knock each other up?”  Liam asked.
“No.”  Isaac answered for Scott, interrupting.  “No, we always talked about how
hot it was Derek got pregnant from his uncle.  So why not our dads?  Think
about it, the Sheriff for you Stiles, Agent McCall for Scott, and Liam, you get
with your step-dad.”
“What about you?”  Stiles countered.
“Chris Argent is like a father to me.”  Isaac answered with a smirk.
The boys looked around at each other, waiting for someone to protest.  No one
did.
“It’s settled then.”  Scott said, “We get our dads to get us pregnant.  It’s
for the good of the pack.  And we do it before Derek can get pregnant again…
because competition is fun.  At the rate he and Peter go, I’m guessing we have
about a week.”
So the four boys went home to plan how to get what they wanted.
 
 
 
 Isaac succeeded first.  What he failed to mention to his pack mates was that
on the trip to France he took with Chris, he and the older man had started up a
sexual relationship.  The first night was fueled by grief and too much wine,
but sober nights of passion followed, and although neither he nor Chris
actively acknowledged that they’d become something of an entanglement, the fact
of the matter was that Chris and Isaac were actively sexual with each other. 
Chris, however, was a stickler for using a condom, for reasons Isaac now
understood.  The challenge was just to get him to go without one.
The key to tricking Chris Argent was his impatience—a fact Isaac had preyed
upon in the past, but now planned on using to his full advantage.  In the
occasions where Isaac had tried to surprise Chris, the older man was always
more passionate, more rough, more needy, turned on by Isaac being so ready for
him to the point where he didn’t always think clearly.
So Isaac laid it on as thick as he could.  That very night, while Chris was
still out, Isaac climbed into their shared bed and stripped completely naked on
top of the sheets.  It took a little work, but he managed to tie his wrists to
the headboard of the bed, and there he waited, cock throbbing hard and dripping
onto his abs in anticipation for when work-weary Chris would walk in the door
and see him.
Unfortunately (or maybe, fortunately, as it certainly helped his case) it took
Chris an hour and a half to get home, and by then Isaac was delirious with
lust, thrusting needily into the air in hopes that something would provide
friction on his aching cock.
“Oh fuck, please, daddy, please…”  It wasn’t the first time Isaac had called
Chris daddy, and the older man liked it that way.  Isaac and Chris both had
their familial issues to work out when it came to fathers or children, so it
effortlessly became a part of their bedroom play.  “God I’ve been waiting so
long, Chris…”
Mr. Argent stood in the doorway with his nostrils flared, trapped in a moment
of indecision that made Isaac fear he’d gone too far.  But then Chris stepped
into the bedroom, shut the door behind him, and tore his way out of his own
clothes in record speed.  Isaac spread his legs open as his lover undressed,
presenting himself for Chris invitingly, and Chris was all too ready to accept
the invitation.
He sank his full length into Isaac’s ass without any hesitation, prep… or
condom.
“Oh fuck.”  Chris swore as Isaac’s warmth enveloped him.  “You’re fucking wet,
Isaac.  Warm and wet and tight.”  A moment of recognition flitted across Chris’
features, like he knew he was forgetting something, but Isaac just pushed is
ass against Chris’ hips, taking Chris deeper inside of him, working himself on
the man’s cock to get him to forget—which he did.
Chris grabbed Isaac’s legs behind his knees and pushed them up against the
boy’s chest as he pounded into him harder than he ever had in his life, too
turned on and too far gone to consider being careful or safe, the slickness of
Isaac’s ass inviting him to force his cock deeper into the younger man’s
tightness.  Isaac tugged at his bindings as Chris thrust into him, the feeling
of being fucked bare heightening everything for him too.
“Ohfuck, Chris, Daddy, fuck me, oh god fuck me!”
It didn’t take long before Isaac was arching up off the mattress, grinding his
cock up against Chris’ stomach as Chris’s length beat against his prostate at a
steady rhythm, and with a literal howl Isaac was cumming up his bare chest,
shooting stripes of hot cum that pooled on his stomach and in the curves of his
abs.
The sight of Isaac cumming and the feel of the boy tightening around him pulled
Chris over the edge a few moments later, and it wasn’t until the deed was done
that he realized what had occurred.
“Fuck,Isaac, I forgot a condom, fuck!”  Chris swore, but Isaac just clenched
his hole to keep Chris’ release inside him, smiled and replied,
“I know.”
 
 
 
 “How’s it feel?”  Liam asked when the boys met up the next day.
“It’s weird, but I can almost tell that it worked.”  Isaac said, “Like… 
Somehow I know that I’m carrying Chris’ pups.  It’s fuckin’ great, honestly.”
“Well, I’m doing my plan tonight.”  Scott added, “So I’ll compare notes with
you tomorrow.”
 
 
 
Scott had always known that if he’d ever wanted to have sex with his father, he
could have.  All it would take would be a little coaxing, and a little alcohol,
which Scott had slipped into his father’s coke that he drank with dinner.  When
Scott had been younger and his father drank more often, there were nights he
half-remembered where he was addled with sleep but could taste alcohol from his
father’s lips, and could feel warm fingers on his young cock.  All Scott had to
do now was prove that he wanted it.
Later, once Melissa was asleep upstairs and Raf sat in his underwear, buzzed
and dazed in front of some late night infomercial, Scott crept down the stairs
totally naked.
“Scott, go to b…”  His father’s voice tapered off when he finally looked up and
saw Scott standing at the foot of the stairs, muscular and grown, his cock hard
between his legs.  Whatever Raf was going to say he swallowed, and Scott used
the silence to move closer, kneeling in front of his father with his hands on
the older man’s knees, fingers creeping up his thighs towards his briefs.
“I remember what you liked when you got drunk, Dad.”  Scott explained as he
hooked his fingertips under the waistband.
“Scott…”
“And I’m old enough now,” Scott pulled his father’s underwear down to his
ankles, getting full sight of the cock that made him, “To know that I want it
too.”
Raf opened his mouth for another complaint, but a moan came out instead as his
son’s lips wrapped around his cock.  Scott was right—in some fucked up part of
his mind, Raf had always wanted this, it was part of what kept him away all
these years, but now with Scott’s lips moving up and down his shaft and the way
Scott’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock, Raf knew there was no more
resisting.  There was no more need to.  Scott had initiated it, which made it
okay to him now, somehow.
Raf groaned and grabbed his son’s hair in his fists, thrusting into the warmth
that surrounded his cock roughly.  The carelessness only made Scott’s cock
harder between his legs, the taste and weight of his father in his mouth making
him moan, sending vibrations up Raf’s nerves that made him echo the moan. 
Scott let his father use his mouth until his jaw hurt, basking in the bitter
twinge of precum on his tongue and getting off on the sounds of pleasure as his
father found pleasure in Scott.  At that point, Scott pulled back and climbed
onto his father’s lap.
“I want this.”  He reassured as he pushed back onto his father’s cock, moaning
at the tight fit of Raf’s length entering him.  “I want this.”
“Fuck, Scotty… I’ve wanted this too… So long, Scotty…”
It surprised Scott how loving it was to have his father inside of him, to work
himself on his dad’s cock. Isaac had talked so much about how fast and rough
Chris had been, but Mr. McCall rocked his hips slowly, and gently cradled
Scott’s head in his hands as he pulled their lips together, the taste of
whiskey still on his tongue as it entered into Scott’s mouth.
Scott melted into the kiss, getting lost in the taste of his father’s lips and
the feeling of fullness from the cock nestled inside him as he rocked his hips
in unison with Raf.  The depth of his father’s need only magnified Scott’s
own.  It filled him with hunger he hadn’t anticipated, the growing fog of lust
making the clock on the wall tick slower with each passing rock of his hips,
each additional brush of his father’s cock against his prostate.  What was only
a few minutes in reality stretched into hours in Scott’s head—hours of fullness
and sweetness and building need, their moans growing louder in unison until
father and son both stumbled over the edge together, Scott cumming hard over
his father’s bare stomach while Raf filled his son with his seed, fulfilling a
desire he’d never dared speak of or risk trying but was now coming true, thanks
to Scott.
“We should do this more…” Scott mumbled against his father’s lips.
“Yeah, Scotty… We will.”
 
 
 
“…And now I think I might kind of be dating my dad?”
Stiles and Isaac cracked up immediately.  Liam laughed too, although his
commitment to it didn’t quite match his packmates’.
“Isaac was totally right though, guys.  I can feel it inside me… It’s hard to
explain.  Anyways, that just leaves you two.”
“No, it just leaves that one.”  Stiles countered, jerking his thumb at Liam. 
“Because it’s Friday, and I know exactly how to get my dad to fuck me on a
Friday.”
The other three boys looked confused, but no doubt Stiles would tell them all
about it tomorrow.
 
 
 
The Sheriff was a lonely man—a lonely bisexual man Stiles learned very quickly,
and it was information he’d been sitting on for quite some time now, waiting
for an opportunity to use it.  As Sheriff, John had access to some of the
seedier parts of Beacon Hills, including one place Stiles found out about,
where his father went every Friday at 9 pm for a quick, anonymous fuck in a
darkroom.  Now, Stiles had found this fact plenty hot in the past; there were a
few crumpled up, crusty tissues buried in the trashcan next to his desk at home
that were filled with the thought of his father fucking some hot guy without
ever seeing his face or talking about it again. But on this Friday, Stiles was
finally going to use the opportunity.
Stiles would anonymously get fucked by his father.
He heard the door close at 8:30, knowing exactly where his father was heading,
waited exactly five minutes, and then drove off with the exact same destination
in mind.  A flash of a surprisingly convincing fake ID to a bored and underpaid
guard of the backrooms, and Stiles was standing naked in the room he knew his
father was in, surrounded by total darkness, about to trick John into getting
him pregnant.
“Talking or no talking?”  The Sheriff asked, and the casualness with which he
spoke, like he’d done this a million times before, went straight to Stiles’
cock.  Knowing if he said a word his father would surely recognize him, Stiles
just grunted a negative.
“No talking, then.”
Stiles had no idea how to proceed from there, but a flash of movement he heard
before he could feel it, and he was shoved up against the wall with a mouth
eagerly exploring his own, hands running down the hot skin of his hips and
cupping his ass, a hard, naked cock pressed firmly against his own.
For once in his life, Stiles’ mind went totally blank.  The Sheriff kissed with
a violent eagerness that rang as entirely uncharacteristic to Stiles, which
just proceeded to turn Stiles on more, until all he could do was moan into his
father’s mouth and grind his cock against the Sheriff’s, the both of them
dripping with anticipation.  Stiles let his father take full control.
The Sheriff did not hesitate to take full advantage of Stiles’ submission,
kissing down his neck and chest, stopping briefly to bite and tug at a nipple
before moving lower and lower, dropping to his knees, and Stiles had to bite
his knuckles to keep himself from cumming the instant his father took his cock
into his mouth to the hilt with ease that only comes from having done it more
times than the Sheriff would ever admit, the added thought that the Sheriff was
unknowingly deepthroating his son’s cock pushing Stiles even closer to the
dangerous edge he was trying to hold back from.
Stiles grunted again, tapped his father’s hair, tried to pull the Sheriff’s
mouth away, hoping that John would get the hint and move on, but the mouth
around his dick just moaned back and bobbed faster, sucking harder as the
vibrations shot up Stiles’ shaft and with a loud, open-mouthed moan Stiles was
spilling down his father’s throat, whimpering each time John swallowed down
another spurt.
Content with his prize, the Sheriff spun Stiles around and pushed him face
first into the wall, nudging his legs open a little wider.  John moved with
impatience and carelessness, as if the weight of guilt from the act of
anonymous sex was pushing him to try to end it faster, making him less
concerned for the body that had joined him in the darkness.  They were there to
fuck, nothing more, and that was clearly the only thing on John’s mind as he
slammed his lubed cock into the hole in front of him, grabbed a fistful of
hair, and went to town.
Stiles held his breath to keep quiet, to keep from giving away who he was.  It
was the hardest seven minutes of his life, pressed up against the wall while
his father’s considerable girth split him open and plugged him full with rough
selfishness, but Stiles didn’t care that John was just using him for pleasure. 
In fact, that made it all the more harder for Stiles not to cry out in pleasure
at how damned hot it was to him to know what his father didn’t, to know that
the body sharing the darkness with him was the one that held him close back
when Stiles feared the darkness.
It became too much, a moan of Daddy threatened to spill from his mouth, but
just as the first letter formed, a strong hand covered his mouth as another
gripped his shoulder.
Thank god.
Stiles let out the sounds of pleasure he’d been holding in, each one muffled by
his father’s hand as John thrust with animalistic eagerness into his ass.  And
then, just when he felt the cock inside him pulse out a shot of white-hot cum,
he heard his father mutter a name and a swear, just quiet enough to conceivably
break the no-talking rule, but loud enough that Stiles, who’s senses had gone
into overdrive in the darkness, could hear.
“Stiles…Fuck…”
And then the body pressed against him was gone, and Stiles heard a door open
and close as he slumped against the wall, body worn and ass dripping with his
father’s cum, with the seed that would make him round with pups.
Stiles waited five minutes like he was supposed to before limping out of the
establishment to get in his jeep and race home before his father got back and
noticed he was gone.  But as he walked through the parking lot, he saw a sole
police car with a man inside, and just as he was looking at his father’s face
and limping past, their eyes met, and locked until Stiles got in his car and
drove off.
 
 
 
“He didn’t bring it up when he got home though.”  Stiles explained to his
friends, “Or this morning. I think he’s pretending he didn’t notice… Or maybe
hoping that if he ignores it, I’ll go back and we’ll actually get paired up
somehow.  I don’t think he knows we already were.”
Stiles smirked.  “That being said, I’m busy every Friday night between 9 and 10
pm…  For the foreseeable future.”
Then three pairs of eyes trained onto Liam.  By now, they had just one more
night before Derek was inevitably fucked full of another one of Peter’s
litters.
“I’ll get it done, I’ll get it done!”  Liam said defensively.
 
 
 
What Liam had failed to mention to the others when they made their pregnancy
pact was that Liam was a virgin.  Isaac had been fucked by Chris before, and it
was no great secret Scott and Stiles had messed around.  But Liam had never had
more than a finger inside of him before, and had no idea how to end up in bed
with his step-father.
Well, he had one idea.
So he had no choice.  That night when he got home he locked himself in his room
and fingered himself open, slowly at first then taking in more and more.  This
went on for hours.  He skipped dinner.  He blew off homework.  All he did was
stretch his ass open from the minute he got home around 8 pm until 3 am when he
knew his parents would be asleep.
Without bothering to put any clothes on—what would be the point—and with his
ass lubed and fingered as open as he could get it, Liam snuck into his parents’
room, pulled the covers off of his step-father’s sleeping form, and gently
eased down the man’s underwear.
The sleep-hardened cock that greeted him was bigger than he could’ve imagined,
but he was too close, too far into it now to back out.  Moving carefully as to
not wake up the man, or his mother that slept beside him, Liam climbed onto the
bed and slowly sat on his step-father’s cock.
The feeling of fullness made Liam’s cock throb.  After all that work with his
fingers, this was so much more, it muffled his mind and made him feel like the
only thing he could focus on was the shape and warmth of the shaft buried
inside him as he rocked slowly.
Liam could feel each time his step-father’s cock twitched inside him, and how
as he progressed the spasms happened closer together, heralding that Liam’s
goal was drawing ever nearer.  He couldn’t resist.  Liam began to stroke
himself in earnest as he moved up and down on his step-father’s shaft faster,
still careful not to go too fast, shake the bed too much that someone would
wake up.
With a whimper, Liam came up his step-father’s naked chest, leaving three thick
stripes of cum cooling against his skin just as the cock inside of him released
as well, adding a slick wetness to the fullness he was experiencing.
Liam didn’t bother to clean up or redress his step-father.  His parents had
started stirring, so he jumped off and ran back to his room as fast as he
could.
 
 
 
“She yelled at him for jerking off in the middle of the night.” Liam blushed
deep as he told his friends.  “He kept trying to tell her it was a wet dream.”
“So that’s it.  We did it.”  Isaac said.
Stiles added, “We beat the Hales.” 
“We’re all gonna be dads.”  Scott finished.
Just as he spoke, their phones went off in unison with a text from Derek
inviting them to the loft that night for Big News.
 
 
 
“So we’re having more pups!”  Derek announced, Peter curled protectively
against him.
“So are we!”  The other boys declared in unison, earning twin looks of
confusion from the Hales.
“We didn’t want you having all the fun.”  Stiles teased.
“So we all got pregnant too.  This pack is gonna be huge this time next year.” 
Isaac added.
Peter pulled away from Derek with a sigh, heading up the stairs for his
laptop.  “Guess I should order like, three dozen more cribs.”
 
 
 
Things went back to “normal” for a while—Scott and his father explored the new
sexual aspect of their relationship while Chris and Isaac grew closer, and
Stiles spent every Friday night getting filled with the Sheriff’s cock, just
like he promised.  On the occasions where Scott and Stiles played around, they
started inviting Liam over, who was growing into a really eager bottom.  When
the boys started showing they moved into the loft with Derek and Peter, who
knew what was necessary to care for growing werewolf babies and delivering
large litters of pups.  One by one, they gave birth to their new little pack
members.  Stiles’ birth came first, bringing in six.  Isaac and Scott gave
birth in the same night, respectively adding three and five more babies into
the pack.  Derek followed with four more.  Liam took nearly a week longer
before delivering the largest litter of them all, whelping seven more kids into
the group.  Adding in the five one-year-olds from Derek’s first litter, and all
in all the pack had grown by thirty in a little over a year.
“Big enough for you, Peter?”  Scott asked one day as he helped feed the horde
of hungry mouths.
“Hmm… About halfway there…”  Peter replied.
End Notes
     so there you have it, four sex scenes, one fic fill, LIKE THIRTY NEW
     LITTLE BABY WEREWOLVES. I secretly love the trope of werewolves
     having full litters instead of more human-sized pregnancies of one or
     rarely more. (I secretly love more that little Liam carried the
     most).
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