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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Laura_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/Cora
      Hale
  Character:
      Cora_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Knotting, Underage_-_Freeform, dubcon, Exhibitionism, voyuerism, Extreme
      Underage, interfering_family_members, Pegging, barely, Alive_Hale_Family,
      Mild_Incest, Dubious_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-24 Words: 1590
****** All Tied Up ******
by reliand
Summary
     Derek won't find someone to breed during his heat cycles, so his
     family takes matters into their own hands.
Notes
     Read at your own risk. It's so dubious, it's basically non-con.
     Loosely based off of this
      
     post
      
     A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY PARTNER IN CRIME AND DARLING JINXY <3
It’s a rite of passage as a werewolf.
It’s all his family has been asking of Derek since his first heat. He was
delirious and sick with the fever of not being tied. Derek liked to think of it
as the most embarrassing week of his life.
Mom changing his sheets between bouts of him humping at his mattress until they
were wet with his come, and Laura petting at his hair asking him gently to let
her undress him so they could wash his filthy underwear too.
Derek had been mortified, continued to shake his head no, even if he couldn’t
keep his hand out of his pants. Rubbing at the swollen base of his dick. It
didn’t go down without a tie; not until the heat passed.
The second and third time Derek went into the fever frenzy hadn’t been any
better. Cora was present for those, even though she was barely budding in the
breasts and didn’t smell like she was ready to start breeding. Still young and
impressionable, and mom wanted to make sure she learned from Derek’s mistakes.
Cora cooed at Derek and nuzzled into his neck. She even let him hump against
her tiny frame.
Mom doesn’t let it happen again though.
“You don’t want medication, but you’re unwilling to find a partner. You’re
really leaving me no choice, Derek,” his mom says. “I have a whole household to
take care of. A whole pack! I can’t be worried about you dying on me because
you refuse to tie unless you meet the right person.”
“Mom,” Derek grumbles, because she’s saying it like it’s a bad thing, and also
he doesn’t need their help. It’s embarrassing and ridiculous.
“Don’t,” Talia shushes. “I tried doing it your way, but you couldn’t even get
off last time without stimulation. We shouldn’t even have let Cora in the room
with you, but since she’s so close to sexual maturation it helped you along.”
“I’m sorr—“ Derek starts, head already pounding with the first signs of his
heat.
Talia holds up a hand to quiet him. “Don’t worry about it. Cora was curious
anyway, and I wanted to make sure she knew what might happen if she does the
same thing.”
Derek shuts his eyes against her words, because knowing what’s to come is
making it worse. Being in a bedroom with no real release is no picnic. Talia
pets his hair back.
“Now Derek. I want you to come upstairs. We need to get this out of your
system,” Talia says, grabbing at Derek’s arm to lead him to his room. It smells
already. A heady scent, that reeks of sex, when Derek should be the only one
exuding that kind of smell. When Talia opens the door to his bedroom he sees
why.
Laura’s got a boy bound and gagged on Derek’s bed. He’s all pale skin, made
even paler by the dark ropes keeping his forearms and thighs tied together.
There's another tied around his middle; rope leading up to the ceiling where
it’s been secured.
“You can’t do this!” Derek says, pushing past his mother.
“It’s already done,” Talia says with a smile as they watch Laura press her
sparkly, purply strap-on in and out of his hole. Cora’s sitting in front of the
boy, chin in her hands as the kid makes aborted sounds in his throat. Derek can
see wetness on his cheeks.
“I want to hear him sing,” Cora says and she reaches forward to press her
fingers against his throat, feeling the vibrations of his choked off moans.
“He’d sound as pretty as Derek, mommy,” Cora tells them.
Laura’s going slow with him and Derek’s watching the steady movement of her
hips, feeling his skin start to sweat with his heat. He weirdly wonders why
Laura’s still dressed. The buckles have been fastened over her jeans. She must
see his confusion, because she says, “he’s yours, Derek. I’m just getting him
ready for your knot. Look at him open up around me. It's making me wet.”
Derek steps closer to boy’s skinny frame, watches the thick rubber of Laura’s
dick disappear inside him again and again. His cries are muted by the gag in
his mouth.
Derek places a trembling hand on the kid’s back, feels him flinch away, but
Derek drags his fingers all the way up his mole-smattered spine and neck, until
he’s undoing the straps that are keeping his cries quiet. It falls from his
mouth and Derek turns his face to get a good look at him.
There’s a delicate point to his nose, where it turns up towards the sky, wide
amber eyes, and a cupid’s bow that looks way too enticing for a boy that looks
barely fourteen. Derek had been adamant about finding someone to share his life
with before he bedded them in a mating cycle, and this boy is probably not what
he was looking for, but he looks so beautiful against Derek’s white sheets.
Derek wipes away the tear tracks under those long lashes and asks, “What’s your
name?”
“Stiles,” he whimpers as Laura pulls her dick all the way out of him, and the
sound makes Derek’s dick harden in his pants.
“We found him in the woods,” Talia explains. “I trust you can figure the rest
out on your own?” Derek nods, one hand on Stiles’ cheek, the other unbuttoning
his pants. “Come on, Cora.”
“I want to watch, mommy,” Cora whines, eyes rapt with attention as Derek shoves
down his jeans and rips off his shirt.
“Just this once, sweetheart,” Talia promises and her and Laura shut the door
behind them as they leave. Stiles starts to talk as soon as their gone.
“Please untie me,” Stiles asks. “I won’t try to escape. I just—my dad will be
missing me.”
“Shh,” Derek says, pressing his mouth against Stiles’ in a chaste kiss. “I’m
not going to hurt you. I’ll untie you after.”
A sob rakes through Stiles as Cora asks, “What’s wrong with him?”
“He doesn’t want to be here, Cora,” Derek tells her. Cora makes a face, because
rite of passage or not, mating with a werewolf should be an honor. “When I’m
done with him, he won’t want to leave.” Stiles lifts his eyes to give Derek a
look that says he’s wrong, but they stop at the jut of Derek’s cock.
Derek smiles and moves to get behind him.
Stiles is squirming beneath the breadth of Derek’s hands, and when Derek pushes
into him, quiet little cries leave his throat. It doesn’t last long, though
Derek didn’t expect it too. Derek drags his hips back and forth, watches Cora’s
little hands as they disappear into her shorts, rubbing at her privates.
Grabbing at them really because she isn’t quite sure what to do.
Derek would love to teach her someday, he thinks as he slams up into Stiles’
wet and ready ass, and Stiles makes an unexpected noise. A little sob that
sounds delicious because he rocks back up onto Derek’s dick the next time he
pulls out. The tight heat Laura already prepared for Derek, opened up around
her silicone cock, engulfing him. 
It’s a good thing too, because Derek’s dick starts to swell at the base making
Stiles’ tense. “Shh,” Derek soothes, smoothing his hand down the sweet, swell
of Stiles’ ass. “Don’t fight it. You’ll only make it hurt.” It takes but a
minute to calm him down, circling his hips to work the thick barb at the base
of his dick through Stiles’ rim. When it pops through, Stiles cries out,
clutches at the sheets beneath him, right below his wrists where they are tied
to his legs.
“Fuck,” Stiles says, sounding filthy through his thin, cracking voice, and the
slap of Derek’s balls against his ass.
Cora is whining from her place on the floor, looks ready to crawl up on to the
mattress and join them, though she wouldn’t have the first clue on what to do.
Derek notices Stiles’ face turned towards her, sees his eyes fixed on where her
hands are rocking.
“Derek,” Cora stutters. “Help me.”
“We could do this all the time,” Derek tells Stiles, leaning down to breathe it
into his ear as Derek starts to come. It’s pulsing out of him. Stiles shivers.
“I could fuck you whenever you wanted. Tie you up and take you, or just let you
ride my cock.” Stiles pushes up, meeting Derek’s thrusts in answer, eyes still
rapt on Cora, and Derek says, “when she’s old enough, you can fuck her too. We
both can.”
Stiles moans, ass tightening around Derek and it only takes a few more shallow
thrusts. Derek pulling his knot against the rim of Stiles’ ass, some of his
spunk leaking down the kid’s thigh, and Stiles spills across the sheets, back
arching against Derek’s stomach.
Cora is on the verge of sobbing, unable to get herself off even though she
wants too. Outside the bedroom, Derek hears his mom say, “come on Cora. Give
them some privacy.”
Privacy in this house is nonexistent, so Derek expects it’s for Stiles’ sake.
The boy underneath him who is all sore and sloppy wet from Derek’s come. He
doesn’t pull out, not willing to run the risk of tearing the boy’s hole, but he
uses a claw to rip through the ropes around Stiles’ wrists and legs.
When he cuts the one tying Stiles to the ceiling, he all but collapses,
completely spent.
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 them as frustrated growls. Of course, everyone in the room is very
used to this tactic, and sees right through it.
“Getting close, Kacchan?” Uraraka asks, gazing down at him. She is beaded with
sweat, and obviously enjoying herself. In fact, her own whimpers make it
obvious just how close she is, as well.
“Ha! Y-you fucking wish!” Katsuki retorts, but as Midoriya’s teeth sink into
his neck once more, there’s no disguising his whimper. “Agh, damn it!”
“What’s wrong?” Midoriya asks, “Can’t take much more?”
“Damn it, damn this, fuck both of you! And you too, glasses!”
“What, why me? I’m only watching over here…”
“I hate all of you! You’re so fucking annoying!” he claims, but his breath
comes in ragged gasps. “So annoying… for making me…”
His words are lost as he comes, fading into a groan of pleasure. Ochaco manages
to pull off of him just before he finishes, and quickly slips her hand between
her legs, pushing a finger into her folds. It takes her no time at all to push
past her limit, joining Katsuki in his climax.
“What were you about to say, Kacchan?” Midoriya asks, as he straightens up.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Deku?”
“For making you what?”
“Yeah, Bakugo, it seemed like you were going to say something important.”
“Fuck you.”
“Ha! It’s obvious, he was going to say for making him care. Ooh, or maybe even
making him love us?”
“What the fuck do you know, nerd?”
“Ooh, hear that, Deku? He calls me nerd now, too!”
“All three of you are fucking nerds! Anyway, when is it Deku’s turn? The three
of us all finished but he got left out.”
“Oh, that’s fine, I had a lot of fun!” Deku says, an adorable smile playing
over his lips.
“Bullshit! It’s his turn now, and if you two aren’t joining in then I guess
it’s all on me, so you better untie me. Fucking figures…”
“See? He does care!”
“Shut the fuck up!”
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