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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Relationship: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Character: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski
Additional Tags: Knotting, Blood, Blood Kink, Biting, Dom/sub, Come play, Orgasm
Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Dry Orgasm,
Dubious Consent
Stats: Published: 2014-12-01 Words: 2572

Werewolf Turning Via Lots Of Cum

by charlottecjhlvr

Summary

Peter turns Stiles by coming on/in him lots. What more can I tell you?

Notes

This all happens in a universe where after killing Kate Peter doesn’t go after Allison, Scott
and Derek get beat up a bit as like a lesson and Peter isn’t set on fire by Stiles, Allison and
Jackson. This happens a couple of nights later when the Sheriff is out.

See the end of the work for more notes

Stiles is splayed out across his bed on his belly, starfish style with his hands near his head and legs
spread apart. He’s on top of his covers, only managing to get his clothes off before falling asleep.
The window’s open, letting a draft come into the room and drift across Stile’s bare skin.

That’s not all that the window lets in. There’s a faint scratching and then an almost silent thump of
feet landing as Peter jumps up into Stiles’s room. He takes a look around the room, red eyes
gleaming in the darkness. He spots the lube on the bedside table and smirks a little at that. His
gaze then falls upon Stiles’s almost naked body and there’s a flash of fangs as he grins.

There’s the rustle of Peter’s clothes as he removes them and places them on the back on Stile’s
chair, the clink of his belt and two small thuds of his shoes being removed. He softly pads to the
bed, carefully climbs onto it and up over Stiles with his legs inbetween Stiles’s. He grips both of
Stiles’s wrist in the matching hand and pins them up next to Stiles’s head.

Stiles wakes up and after blinking a couple of times to clear his eyes, spots Peter’s hand and then
Peter himself out the corner of his eye and proceeds to freak the fuck out, thrashing as much as he
can underneath Peter which isn’t that much. But it’s far enough for his ass to rub up against
Peter’s erection.

He freezes briefly and then renews his struggles even more, causing Peter to press down harder
with his hips and hands and rumble low in his chest. There’s a delicate roll of scent that comes
from Stiles in response to the rumble and Peter curls his lip up slightly to smell it better, delighting
in it.

“Now Stiles, I’m going make you smell like pack, smell like me. It will happen one way or
another.” Peter murmurs into Stiles’s ear, teeth bared to show off how they were sharpening into
long fangs. Stiles whimpers quietly and turns his face deeper into his pillow.

Peter shifts the grip of Stiles’s right wrist into his left hand and slides his right down Stiles’s body
his claws lightly scratching across skin, and with a yank and a ripping sound tears his boxers right
off of his body.

He rubs his free hand against one of Stiles’s ass-cheeks, squeezing it and then brings it down with
a sharp *crack*, admiring the red hand-print left behind. Stiles jolts in his grasp and gasps in
shock, the noise being muffled by the pillow.

Peter reaches out for the bottle of lube he spotted on the bedside table, claws retreating away. The
*pop* of the cap is loud in the quiet room as Peter opens it and squeezes some out inbetween
Stiles’s ass-cheeks, Stiles’s flesh flinching from the cold gel, and over his erection, hissing lowly
as he does so.

Peter slips his thumb down Stiles’s crack to over the furl of his hole and presses, testing. His
thumb slides in to the second knuckle easily and he chuckles as Stiles moans, hands clenching in
the pillows. “You’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you Stiles. Have you been sliding those long
fingers of yours inside yourself? Have you been seeing what you can take? What did you think of
when you were fucking yourself on your hand or should I say who? Were you thinking of Derek?
Scott? Or maybe me? Tell me Stiles. Tell. Me.”

As he speaks Peter is thrusting his thumb in and out of Stiles and thrusts harder on the last two
sentences. Stiles moans again and helplessly shifts his blushing face side to side before answering.
“I-i thought about, thought about you. About you putting me on my hands and knees and, and
mounting me, claiming me in front of Derek and Scott. Knotting me, scratching me and biting me.
N-not turning bite but bite-biting me, Di-digging your teeth into me, leaving marks and fucking
me senseless.”

Peter chuckles again “Maybe if you’re a good boy for me I’ll do that. But first I’m going to mark
you, come across you. You’re going to put that pretty plush little mouth to good use on me and
then I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you until you’re mine completely, until when you
dream you dream of me doing filthy things to you, until you can’t come without me either being
there or in you.”

Stiles’s hip are shifting almost constantly, trying to fuck back on Peter’s thumb, trying to get
something, anything more. Peter takes his thumb out and with a squeeze of Stiles’s wrist and a
firm “Stay like this.” moves his new free hand down to the other side of Stiles’s ass. He pulls
Stiles’s cheeks apart, baring the small pink hole, just enough for him to slide his cock inbetween
them.
Peter resists the temptation to just fuck straight down into the boy, to spread him open around him
and fill him up with cock and cum, as there are other things he needs to do first and besides he can
do that later, as many times as he wants.

He rolls his hips back and forth, delighting in the slick slide of his dick between those firm cheeks,
and how Stiles is moaning into his pillow and moving his own hips up and down. Hmm, Stiles
seems to be rubbing his cock up against his mattress without permission. Well now, Peter can’t
have that.

Peter hitches Stiles’s hips up until his hard dick is hanging in the air, not touching anything to
Stiles’s frustration, with him pleading to Peter. “Please Peter! I need to come! Please!” who just
replies with “No.” and continues to fuck between Stiles’s ass cheeks.

Keeping one hand on Stiles’s hip to keep the boy in place, Peter slides his other hand down
around to Stiles’s chest to the hard bud of a nipple, grips it between his thumb and forefinger and
pinches it hard. Stiles cries out in unexpected pleasure at the sharp pain, his hips jerking so much
that Peter’s next thrust miss-aims and forces the head of his cock and about an inch of the shaft
straight into Stiles.

Stiles cries out again and Peter growls deeply as he forces Stiles to be still so he doesn’t lose
control and just take Stiles completely. Fucking the boy, whilst delightful, won’t give him what he
needs. It’s hard to convince himself to pull out, especially when the boy is clenching so tight and
needy around him.

But he manages to, sliding back out despite Stiles’s body trying to keep him in, and goes back to
thrusting inbetween his ass cheeks until Peter grunts and comes in thick, heavy spurts carefully
aimed to hit as much of Stiles’s back and ass as possible. Peter spreads it even further by rubbing
his come across and into Stiles’s skin, with his still hard cock dripping even more cum onto Stiles.

Wiping off the last bit of cum over Stiles’s sensitive rim, Peter moves off of the bed to rummage
through his leather coat until he finds the length of rope he had hidden away. He does hear soft
grunting and squelching coming from behind him so he knows Stiles is doing something so when
he turns around he’s not surprised by what he sees.

Stiles has flipped over onto his back and has one hand wrapped around his cock and the other
hand fucking up into his ass, his hips rocking into one hand and back onto the other. It’s enjoyable
to watch this boy act so whorishly, so desperate to have something in him, to come full with
something. Peter intends for that something to be his dick.

“Stiles!” He snaps and Stiles freezes instantly, fingers still shoved up himself and hand on his
cock. “Pull your fingers out now.” he growls and the silly boy refuses, even slides them in deeper
with a gasp. He needs to be taught a lesson so Peter darts forward, and before Stiles can react, has
the boy’s hands removed from their various places and pinned down to his stomach with the hand
holding the rope and Stiles’s head pulled back with the other so he can press his sharp fangs into
the delicate softness of his throat.

Stiles goes limp under him and whines high in his throat, clearly the boy has been doing some
research, good, he’s going to need it. Peter presses down a bit harder, just enough to pierce the
skin to get a few beads of blood to spring up and roll down to Peter’s lips. He backs off to lave
over Stiles’s neck, catching the droplets and cleaning up the smears of blood from his lips but still
having smudges across his mouth when he lifts up his head to cast a red-eyed glare down at Stiles.

“Let me make it very clear Stiles. You come on my cock or not at all. Understood?”

Stiles squirms a little bit before he answers quietly, “I understand Peter.”

“Good.” It’s a simple matter of tying the rope around Stiles’s wrists together over his stomach but
unable to touch himself. With a push and a twist Peter changes their positions so that he is sat
upright with pillows wedged up behind him and Stiles is knelt inbetween Peter’s legs, face bent
down towards where Peter’s cock is, hot breath puffing out over the head.

Peter cups Stiles’s face in one hand, places the other over his neck and slowly slides his claws out
so they press against the skin. “Open your mouth.” He puts light pressure onto Stiles’s jaw and
Stiles complies. He pulls Stiles down until the hot wetness of his mouth has slid over the head and
halfway down him.

He locks eyes with Stiles whose own eyes are blown, there’s only a small ring of gold there. The
boy looks obscene with his mouth stretched around Peter, trying to push himself further down
despite not being able to move against Peter’s hands, and his cock leaking enough pre-come that
there are wet smears on the bed-covers. His tied hands are clutching into the sheets, kneading at
them, desperate to touch himself.

He guides Stiles further down until he can feel the boy’s throat twitching and swallowing around
him. Stiles moans and his eyelids flutter closed as Peter takes his mouth with no concern to Stiles’s
need, pulling him up and down with the hand on the back of his neck and the other one wrapped
around his jaw, claws still out and the hand getting wet slightly from the drool coming from Stiles.

Peter spends time just leisurely fucking into Stiles’s mouth, enjoying the slick sounds Stiles makes,
the now regular swallowing around him, the moans and whimpers that are muffled by cock and
the way that Stiles smells of arousal and need. He enjoys even more what happens when he finally
comes with a loud growl.

Stiles seems to be startled by the amount of cum that’s flooding his mouth, desperately swallowing
around Peter until he is pulled back and the rest of the cum gets splattered over his face as he
pants, tongue hanging out to catch what he can.

Stiles’s hips twitch and the smell of need heightens as he’s about ready to cum, permission or no.
Then the need gets worse as Peter reaches down and pinches at the base of Stiles’s cock stopping
him from coming. Stiles whines in need, hips thrusting against air.

With ease Peter drags Stiles up until the boy is draped over his thighs, tied hands pressed against
his chest. “How the hell are you still hard! You’ve come twice!” Stiles gasps as Peter presses thick
fingers into him, testing the give to see if he should bother doing more prep.

“I’m an Alpha, baby boy. I can come many times if I want to.” Peter decides against any more
prep and easily picks Stiles up to tease him with just the pressure of the head pressing against his
pucker, listening to the boy whimper and whine, before pulling him down with a swift yank till his
ass is flush with Peter’s hips.

Stiles cries out in surprise, head tipping back, baring his vulnerable neck to Peter, who takes it as
the unintended offering it is, setting his blunt human teeth into the muscle and biting down. Stiles’s
hole squeezes tight around him causing Peter to rumble soothingly and swipe his tongue along the
boy’s jaw, tasting the tang of his own seed.

Peter catches hold of Stiles’s mouth, licking his way inside, getting the boy to focus on being
kissed rather than the cock in his ass. Stiles slowly relaxes enough for Peter to lift him to the point
where only the head is still in and drag him back down to the base causing the boy to shudder in
delight and moan into the kiss.

He lifts and drags Stiles on him faster and faster harder and harder to the point where he is
 slamming into Stiles hard enough to jolt but not hard enough to damage. Stiles’s head is tipped
back, mouth falling open and giving out constant cries of pleasure as he’s used. Peter’s claws are
digging into the flesh of Stiles’s hips and ass, cutting the skin open although Stiles doesn’t seem to
feel any pain.

Peter slows his thrusts down to small thrusts that hardly remove him from the heat of Stiles’s body
as his knot starts to swell, tying them together. Peter slices through the rope around Stiles’s wrists
and warns him “Make yourself come now or you won’t come at all.”

Stiles is frantic, grabbing at his cock and fucking into his own fist as Peter finally comes with a
roar pinning Stiles to his chest and forcing him down hard on Peter’s knot, claws scratching across
Stiles’s back. Stiles manages to come with a stuttering cry, his cum landing on both of them as
Peter fills him up with his cum.

As Stiles shudders through the aftershocks Peter is busy carefully biting with his fangs, just
enough to bleed, down along Stiles neck and shoulders. He watches the slow trickles of blood as
he idly rocks his knot back and forth inside Stiles, knot rubbing over Stiles’s prostrate lengthening
his aftershocks.

Peter noses his way down to the boy’s nipples, they’re pebbled and must be tender for that noise
to come from Stiles when Peter gently pulls at one with sharp teeth. He focuses on biting and
pulling them and biting the muscle around them as he pets the small swell of the boy’s belly from
all the cum he’s been steadily pumping into him.

It’s when Stiles is moaning and twitching his way through a dry orgasm that Peter notices it, fangs
are in Stiles’s mouth, he has claws digging into Peter’s arms and the marks that Peter has been
biting into him are very slowly starting to heal.

He shifts into beta-face and with the Alpha Voice adding extra oomph demands “Stiles, what am I
to you baby boy? Tell. Me.”

Stiles’s head snaps up so he can look at Peter and he purrs “Alpha.” up at the older man as he
flashes supernatural blue eyes.

End Notes

This is from a prompt by Anon-Sod of (How about a verse where Alphas can also turn
humans if they are exposed to enough of their sperm? With Alpha!Peter, of course,
coming in/on Male!Stiles until he sees Stiles' eyes glow. Season 1, if you want, or any
other time. Blue eyes so someone died.)

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