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Title: The Secretary's Smile – Stiles' Cherrytober

TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, established relationship, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, butt plugs

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Chris Argent

Cherrytober Prompt: clothes on + facefucking

Summary: During college, Stiles starts working as Peter's secretary. There are many perks to the job, for the both of them. And for Peter's husband.

The Secretary's Smile

Stiles' Cherrytober

Peter moaned hoarsely. He wanted to lean his head back and relax, but that would mean he'd have to tear his eyes away from the gorgeous picture at his feet. Stiles, on his knees, pink lips stretched wide around Peter's cock, his big, brown eyes staring up at Peter in hunter.

"So good," Peter groaned, his fingers running through Stiles' hair.

He was positively in love with that hair, still thanking every deity watching over them that Stiles had grown that dreaded buzz-cut out. It wasn't overly long, but after graduation it'd reached down to the nape of his neck, softly curling at the tips, falling into his face oh-so prettily. And it had the perfect length to grab and tug on, which Peter happily did now. He tugged until Stiles groaned around his mouthful of cock, bobbing more eagerly. Still not fast enough for Peter though.

Both hands entangled in the soft, brown hair and he pulled Stiles closer, making the boy choke on his cock. The most gluttonous sounds came from Stiles, muffled by Peter's dick, when the werewolf started fucking his face for earnest. Peter's moans grew louder as he easily slipped in and out of that tight throat, until he felt his orgasm building up.

He pulled Stiles off his dick when he came, most of it filling the boy's greedy mouth but enough spraying over that pretty face, covering moles and pale skin. Stiles blinked up at him, long lashes fluttering at him as Stiles scowled. Peter smiled, fully unapologetic. After all, his young lover knew exactly what he'd gotten into when this had started. Peter was a werewolf and his wolf wanted to mark what was his. The smile turned more wicked as Peter cupped Stiles' cheek, rubbing his thumb over the cum on it, rubbing it in, making sure his scent would stick.

"You have a little something there," Peter offered cheerfully.

He let his thumb slip down, pushing the cum toward Stiles' lips. Once his finger rested on those delightfully red, swollen and spit-slick lips, they gladly opened and wrapped around it, sucking the digit in with greed. Bless Stiles' oral fixation. Peter's gaze darkened as he watched.

"Good boy," Peter whispered, voice laced with affection and praise.

A cute little keening noise escaped Stiles, cheeks flushing involuntarily. The finger slipped out of his mouth again and Stiles took that as his cue to get up. Peter tucked his cock back into his clothes and straightened his suit. His eyes roamed over Stiles' body, wrapped into the expensive, well-cut and tailor-made suit. One of Peter's best investments, truly. Even though Stiles had protested it, had claimed that he just wanted the job as Peter's secretary to make some additional money during college and to get some second-hand experience, watching Peter at work. Like Stiles had needed to sell Peter on hiring the boy – Peter wanted Stiles, wholly, and when the wolf heard that Stiles wanted to become a lawyer? Oh, Peter was going to gut anyone who'd try to snatch Stiles up, because Peter was already picturing how Hale, Stilinski & Associates would look on his wall. He'd always known Stiles was the clever one, but to have the boy channel that cleverness into becoming a lawyer? How in the world was he supposed to hold back? Not at all, was the answer.

Though he did control himself for a few months after Stiles started working for him. But every time Stiles referred to him as 'Mister Hale' or 'sir' in a professional setting with clients, every time he saw Stiles in the suits Peter had bought for him so his secretary would live up to Peter's standards without ruining Stiles' bank-account (and it had nothing to do with the delightful warm feeling Peter got by providing for Stiles or by seeing Stiles wear what Peter had bought), every time Peter's resistance grew weaker. Until he finally snapped and claimed the boy.

"Anything else I can do for you, sir?" Stiles asked, cheeky grin on his lips, voice rough.

Peter loved being the cause of that, loved using Stiles' throat or fucking Stiles so hard that Stiles' voice would be rough from screaming and begging. A pleased smile spread over Peter's lips, looking at the messy hair, the cum on Stiles' flushed cheek and the red, swollen lips.

"Oh, you did plenty," Peter purred. "And Christopher should arrive any moment."

The way Stiles perked up was adorable, his lips spreading into that broad smile that had gotten them into all of this to begin with. Every time Stiles smiled with mischief, those tempting lips spread so far and wide, Peter felt drawn in. He'd reached his breaking point one night where Peter and Stiles had been bent over a hard case and Chris had come with take-out and a stern glare that they both needed a break. Peter's lovely husband had been taking care of the both of them for weeks at that point, just like how Peter had been more or less courting Stiles (more, probably. Beside the suits, there was so much food and coffee he kept buying for the boy, refusing to let his secretary pay for even a single lunch himself). Stiles had offered that same smile to Chris and Peter that night, curled together on the couch in the corner of the office. That night, they'd kissed for the first time and it turned into making out, until Stiles was sandwiched between the married couple, impaled on two cocks and making the most wonderful noises Peter could imagine. Since then, he was theirs.

Soft knocking tore Peter out of his memories of their first shared nights. Both Peter and Stiles turned to watch Chris enter the lawyer's office. Immediately, Chris' eyes landed on Stiles and darkened, to a degree that startled Stiles. Which resulted in those big doe-eyes, the prey looking at the hunter, and that only ever turned Chris and Peter on more.

"Hello, husband," Peter smiled innocently, pulling Chris into a kiss.

The kiss was harsh and passionate and rough, like Chris was trying to taste Stiles through Peter. It left the wolf laughing and panting when they parted, resting a hand on Chris' chest.

"I see you two have been working very hard again," Chris growled.

Stiles was still staring at the hunter with doe-eyes, while Peter grinned smugly. Chris turned toward Stiles, cupping his cheek to bring him in for a kiss. When he moved back again, Chris brushed his thumb over Stiles' cheek first before taking it off and showing it to Stiles.

"You have cum on your face and your hair looks like Peter had a grand time pulling it, most likely while fucking that pretty mouth of yours, doll," Chris stated, mildly bemused.

Immediately, the doe-eyes sharpened and zeroed in on Peter. "You! I thought you cleaned that up."

"I merely pointed out that you had some cum on your left cheek," Peter shrugged, unapologetic and pleased. "I saw no reason to point out the cum on your right cheek. I know Christopher enjoys seeing you covered in us just as much as I do, sweetheart."

Stiles heaved an exasperated sigh at his lovers and then glared when Chris lifted his cum-stained hand up with raised eyebrows. "Well, are you going to clean up after yourself, doll?"

Shaking his head, Stiles grabbed Chris' hand by the wrist and brought it close enough so he could wrap his lips around the cum-covered fingers, sucking Peter's cum off Chris' fingers. And here Peter went, feeling himself getting hard again. Nothing could get him going like his mates.

"Good boy," Chris' voice was a dark growl, as dark as his eyes.

Predictably did their boy whine at the praise. It was so cute, how easy it was to make Stiles happy. Stiles wrapped his arms around Chris' shoulders, bringing him into another kiss.

"So," Stiles whispered, that infuriatingly broad smile on his lips. "Would you like me to get down on my knees for you too, Mister Argent? That could be arranged. Mister Hale has no more appointments for the day, so the office is… all ours…"

"I do love you on your knees, baby," Chris smiled, much softer, before it turned sharp. "But I'd rather bend you over Peter's desk and fuck you on it, if you're up for that?"

A small noise came from Stiles, the boy nodding his head so wildly, Peter feared his head would come off. With a delighted grin did Peter walk around his desk to sit down on his very expensive chair, best view for the show. Stiles gasped as he was pinned down onto the desk, bent over it with his ass sticking out toward Chris, while his pretty face was pressed against Peter's files. Reaching out, the wolf started running his fingers through Stiles' hair again.

"Ask me nicely for it, doll," Chris ordered, pushing Stiles' pants down.

"Please, Mister Argent, sir," Stiles gasped, baring his throat to the hunter. "I really need your cock, please fuck me, your husband has been a fucking tease all day long and hasn't let me come."

"No orgasms on company time," Peter declared lightly.

"Your cum was on his face when I walked in," Chris gave Peter a pointed look.

"We'd just finished for the day," Peter offered an unapologetic shrug. "Off the clock."

A snort came from his husband and a huff came from their lover. Stiles glared up at Peter, but the glare got fucked off his face when Chris easily thrust into him. Easy because Peter had spent about an hour fingering Stiles open before he'd gotten his blowjob. There were few things that made reading boring files entertaining and having his fingers in Stiles was one of them, especially when the boy would whine and beg so prettily, just to be denied and left desperate.

"See, I told you I wasn't doing that just to torture you, sweetheart."

Chris grunted in appreciation as he fucked into Stiles, hard and deep, pressing the boy into the desk. Stiles was a gasping, moaning mess, having been on edge for nearly two hours now. Both Chris and Peter loved their boy desperate, he was simply breathtaking like that.

"So tight, baby," Chris groaned, snapping his hips. "So good for us, just perfect, sugar."

If possible, Stiles turned into more of a mess at the praise. Peter caressed Stiles' cheek, gentle and soothing. One of Chris' arms wrapped around Stiles' waist and Stiles howled out when he finally got jerked off. His knuckles turned white where he clung onto the desk like it was the only thing keeping him from floating away when Peter was fairly sure Chris' dick up his ass did that too. It was just so cute, how much they could take the snarky teen apart. With a deep groan did Chris come, leaning over Stiles to kiss his neck throughout his orgasm. A soft whimper let Peter know that Stiles had also come, the boy going lax beneath the hunter.

"So, so good," Chris whispered softly, kissing along Stiles' neck. "Peter?"

"Wouldn't want to ruin the suit," Peter agreed, opening one of his drawers.

He handed Chris a plug that Peter kept specifically to play with his secretary. Stiles made a small noise that grew louder when Chris pulled out and replaced his dick with the plug.

"Date-night," Peter offered. "We don't have time to get you cleaned up, darling, we have a reservation at that Polish place we discovered last month."

The smile that spread over Stiles' lips at Peter's words was blinding. It wasn't the naughty one that made them want to wreck him, it was that happy, grateful smile that made them want to give him the world just to see that smile. They crowded in on Stiles form either side, kissing his cheeks.

"I did torture you, darling," Peter whispered. "And you know I always reward you for it."

"Man, I have you two so whipped," Stiles laughed, looking utterly pleased with himself.

And he had no idea just how true it was, just what they were willing to do for him.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: I DID IT I DID IT I FUCKING FINALLY DID IT I AM SOBBING. On my THIRD (3!) attempt, I have managed to write the "married Petopher + lawyer!Peter + secretary!Stiles" PWP, I am genuinely sobbing and so proud. The first attempt turned into a 18k oneshot with too many feels to make the smut feel appropriate (Home at the Hale Farm) and the second attempt, I mean, at least the secretary angle stayed important but I am three chapters/33k into this now multichapter fic and haven't YET reached the smut and both of those had been supposed to be SHORT PWPs. But! Here we are! On the third attempt, I finally did it! Unreal that three fics with such a specific identical presence turned out THAT differently though lol