Mischief Mondays Chapter 17: Stargent - Hunting the Heart, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Hunting the Heart – Mischief Mondays Series

Tags: m/m, fluff, there is only one tent, explicit sexual content, anal, daddy kink, bondage

Main Pairing: Chris/Stiles

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Allison Argent

Summary: The sheriff has to cancel on their annual hunting/camping trip. Chris picks up on Stiles' sad mood and when he learns the reason, he decides to go with Stiles instead to cheer him up. He does more than just cheer Stiles up.

Hunting the Heart

Mischief Mondays Series

Chris had lost the majority of his family to this town. Or so he had thought at first. By now he came to realize that he had lost them to their own bigotry. Kate, Victoria, Gerard… And he wanted to take Allison and run, at first. Run from this town so it couldn't take his daughter too. Only when he realized what had really killed them had he changed his mind. What he really needed to do was unlearn the bigotry he had been raised on and help Allison with Gerard's brainwashing.

Running away wasn't the solution. Involving them with the pack, humanizing the werewolves and fighting at their side, was what they really needed to do. He'd seen them all fight for the right cause in the past, he knew they were not brainless monsters. But actually working with them, helping them, it helped him – and Allison. It started with a simple offer to Derek to train the betas. They needed to learn how to fight. An olive branch, after what Gerard (and Allison) had done to the pack.

Allison apologized to Erica, Boyd and Isaac for what she had done and she was working hard. So was Chris, for the sins of his family, for his own treatment of Scott in particular. He still wasn't the biggest fan of Scott dating Allison, but Chris was slowly coming around to accept it.

By training the betas, Chris grew closer to the pack too. Grew somewhat fond of the teens, even though most of them were sarcastic assholes. And somehow, he became a guide and adviser to Derek. The Alpha was still so young, not just at being an Alpha, but generally. Barely twenty-one, barely older than his betas, really. Chris became an actual part of the Hale Pack.

During pack meetings, he'd usually linger in the back though, arms crossed and watching Derek. Providing input when asked, but making sure he was present during them all. More and more often, his gaze and attention were drawn to Stiles, regardless of how hard he tried not to.

The boy just made it impossible to look away from him. He'd had Chris' attention since the hospital, when Chris had that fearless little thing pinned to the wall, growling at him and threatening him and Stiles just sneered at him, chin raised and throwing Kate's crimes in his face. Chris had grown up among hunters but even among them, he rarely saw anyone that fearless.

The respect Stiles had gained that day only grew with every day that Chris was part of the pack. The boy worked hard. Even though he couldn't physically keep up with the wolves, he never gave up. He was also their number one source of research and knowledge, which impressed Chris all the more every time he saw what Stiles could produce after an all-nighter. A lot of time was spent one-on-one between Chris and Stiles, because he insisted on teaching the boy self-defense and how to fight like a hunter, how to fight as a human. The wolves' training schedule was different and they could more easily pair up with each other for sparring, with their durability and strength matched. Allison paired with Lydia, and that just left Chris as the logical match for Stiles.

Or at least that was what Chris told himself over and over again every time he had the surprisingly bendy boy pinned beneath him, panting and sweating, body arching, pretty, pale skin bruised from the sparring. This was training, it only made sense that he taught Stiles, Chris was simply being a responsible pack-mate by teaching Stiles, this meant nothing.

Fierce, proud, brave, stubborn, clever and a fighter. Those were the qualities he had, once upon a time, fallen in love with in Victoria too. Their marriage may have grown cold and they may have grown apart over the years, but he'd once loved a spitfire huntress who didn't back down and he now found himself falling for another fierce spitfire incapable of backing down. It didn't help that Stiles was gorgeous. All pale skin and bright, glowing eyes. He'd grown out his buzzcut and it looked so good on him. Just the right length for someone to curl their fingers into, tug on it.

It was hard looking away from Stiles, became harder with every pack meeting. So when Stiles was subdued and oddly quiet during the pack meeting, not engaging when Erica and Isaac tried to get him involved in a debate, not speaking up when Scott and Jackson got into a fight, Chris noticed and he watched. This was untypical behavior for Stiles. At one point, Chris noticed Allison leaning in to whisper with Scott, both their eyes on Stiles too.

When the Argents returned home to their new apartment after the meeting, Chris waited until they were sitting down for dinner together to bring it up as casually as he could. Which wasn't much.

"Do you have any idea what's going on with Stiles?" Chris asked, focused on his steak.

"You noticed that too, huh?" Allison looked up with a quirked half-smile. "It's weird when he's being quiet, isn't it? Unsettling. Fairly sure that's why the rest of the pack was louder than usual, like they were trying to fill the silence left behind by Stiles."

His daughter was observant. "Yeah, I noticed that. You asked Scott about it, didn't you?"

Allison hummed and took a bite of her potatoes. "Scott says that Stiles and his dad always go on a week long trip during the summer, camping and hunting. But… After Matt's attack on the station, they lost so many and are so understaffed and so behind on cases and… The sheriff didn't want to cancel, but you know Stiles, he always takes himself back. Assured his dad that it'd be fine if they didn't go this year. I think he… feels so guilty for what Matt did, like he should have somehow prevented it by figuring everything out earlier, that he couldn't force his dad to take a week off."

Chris grunted, slowly lowering his cutlery. The sheriff station had suffered devastating losses and over the past school year, they had gathered a whole lot of open cases and strange cases, which only added to the work-load. Overworked and understaffed. Add to that that the sheriff was a single parent, Chris couldn't imagine how torn the man must be feeling between his son and his duty to his town. And Stiles being Stiles – too observant, too clever, always worried for his dad – would take himself back, would casually laugh it off to make sure his dad didn't see how much it hurt him, would try everything to convince his dad that it'd be okay, that he was okay, even if he wasn't.

"And I take it they'd be going on their trip about now," Chris mused.

"Monday," Allison nodded. "Last week of summer break, that's what Scott said. He also said that, the first summer after his dad had run out on him and his mom, the sheriff and Stiles had taken him along. But he felt like intruding on something very personal for the Stilinski men, but it still meant the world to him that they had offered to take him along and lift his spirits back then."

Chris hummed in acknowledgment as a plan started to form in his mind.

/break\

Stiles woke up to someone excessively ringing the doorbell. He groaned and rolled over, trying to tune it out, but then the ringing was accompanied by knocking. If Scott had spilled about this week to the pack and now there was a herd of puppies outside trying to cheer him up, he was going to commit a murder or two. The last thing he needed was Erica being super clingy while Isaac and Boyd were being awkward about trying to comfort him. He just needed to hide under his blanket today and feel his feels about it so he'd be able to put on a smile tonight when dad got home.

"Fi—ine, fine, I'm getting up!" Stiles yelled loudly after even more knocking.

He was only wearing low-riding sweat-pants and a long-sleeved Batman shirt he'd gotten from Erica. It was getting pretty chilly at night, summer was officially over and they were heading into autumn. With a deep glower did he tear open the door, an angry rant on the tip of his tongue for whatever puppy came to bother him this early. The rant died when he came face to face with Chris Argent. The man was wearing unfairly well-cut jeans and a shirt that hugged his body in a way that made Stiles' mouth water because chest and biceps.

"Whahu?" Stiles asked intelligently, looking Chris up and down.

The man raised an eyebrow and quirked his lips in that far too charming way of his. He still hadn't gotten shaved, Stiles noted absentmindedly, something he had noticed during the pack meeting on Friday already. Stiles loved the more gruff look, wanted to feel that beard against his skin.

"Very eloquent. I can only imagine what kind of valuable contributions you give in class."

Stiles' face scrunched up. "Okay, first of all: School would start like three hours from now. And I would have at least two coffees in me by then. So that's just unfair."

The quirked lips turned into a nearly pleased smile. "I see you're waking up, then. Good. Get showered and dressed, I'll get you your coffee started."

As compelled as Stiles felt to follow the order, because oh boy did he love when Chris used that firm, bossy voice of his, it went straight to Stiles' dick, he still didn't quite understand why Chris was here. It was way too early, but even if it weren't? Chris had never actually been to his house before. Ally? Yeah! Plenty of times by now, at first only with Scott or Lydia, but by now the two were close enough they were kind of just friends on their own too.

"Why are you here?" Stiles asked slowly. "Why are you making coffee? Why am I getting dressed at five AM at all, much less during the summer?"

Chris crossed his arms and leaned against the door-frame, a grin on his lips. "I'm taking you camping, Stiles. So get showered, get changed and pack your things for a week."

Stiles froze like a deer in the headlights. He'd expected the betas to drop in and try to cheer him up, had mentally prepared himself for Scott to be camping out in his living room with him for a week, but Chris? Chris, not just wanting to cheer him up but actually want to go camping with him?

"I…" Stiles stared at the man, unsure and surprised. "It's okay. You don't have to do that. I'm sure you got better things to do, being the boss now and all, and Ally-"

"Allison was actually excited when I told her I'd be gone for a week, she immediately booked a spa week with Lydia," Chris smirked. "And the beautiful thing about being the boss is that things go according to my time-table. I've gotten the hang of things in the past months since I took over the family business, I know where to delegate what to. I'm taking you camping, Stiles."

That threw him for a loop and Stiles found himself grasping for straws. "You can't just abduct the sheriff's son, you know. I can't just up and leave for a week like that!"

"I talked to your dad yesterday and cleared it with him, asked him if it were okay if I went with you. Told him I overheard you and Allison talking about it, and it reminded me that I miss going hunting too. Allison's not big on this kind of hunt, so she wouldn't go. Your dad was honestly a little relieved when I offered, he's feeling really guilty about letting you down."

Stiles was losing reasons not to. "The pack-"

"Is perfectly capable even without the two of us for a week," Chris rolled his eyes. "I think Derek actually felt a little relieved that I was going camping with you instead of your dad, since your dad doesn't know about the supernatural and our Alpha seems to think you're safer with me."

Stiles tried very hard not to blush at the thought of being safe with Chris. He had also lost the argument. But that was such a bad idea. Stiles' very inappropriate crush on Chris was already getting worse with every training session when he found himself pinned beneath the man. Going camping with him? In close quarters, just the two of them, Chris with a gun? Chris with a gun always did things to him, but Chris with a gun shooting their dinner? Scratched an itch in Stiles that he fully blamed all the damn wolves in his life for.

"Get comfortable, it'll be a while until I dug out the whole camping gear," Stiles sighed.

"No need for that. I got us covered. Just pack your clothes and books or whatever you need for downtime. Not your laptop. You are officially forbidden from research. You get to bring your phone for emergencies, but if I see you playing on it, I'm taking it away from you."

"You make that sound like a challenge, but I'll have you know that dad and I usually leave our phones behind for this," Stiles raised his chin in challenge. "We only take the radio so dad can reach the rangers in case of an emergency."

All Chris did was look charmingly amused. Huffing, Stiles turned around and stomped upstairs to get changed and pack a bag with all his clothes, a couple books and a notebook.

/break\

Chris had actually made breakfast for Stiles by the time he came downstairs and it felt weird and exciting to share a meal with just Chris. They'd eaten together before, when Stiles was at the Argents' spending time with Allison, or during pack nights. But just the two of them? Felt different.

The three hour car ride should have been awkward, but somehow it wasn't. Even when Stiles fidgeted and rambled, Chris just hummed in appropriate moments or even asked questions. Like he didn't mind the rambling. They reached their destination deep in the mountains that stretched between Beacon Hills and Silver Lake, a large clearing near a cliff that oversaw Silver Lake. Enough even ground to put down camping grounds, with the river running along next to it, heading down the mountain and toward the lake that gave the neighboring town its name.

"This is a beautiful spot," Stiles acknowledged as he looked around. "It's perfect."

Chris looked so damn pleased by his words that it made Stiles blush. What made Stiles blush even harder was the fact that Chris had brought one large tent. Easily large enough for two, sure, but the thought of sharing a tent with Chris for a week was actual torture.

"I brought enough bottled water and durable foods – dried meat, cheeses, potatoes and such," Chris stated while they were setting up their fire place. "But I understand this is meant to be a hunting trip too, so you're expecting fresh meat, mh? I'll be going out to hunt us dinner in the afternoon."

"We," Stiles corrected, blinking up at him. "We will hunt dinner."

Chris looked skeptical. "You sure you wanna come along? I hear you're squeamish about blood."

"Human blood," Stiles frowned at him. "Got a problem with my pack bleeding all over me. Animal blood is different. And how exactly did you expect this hunting and camping trip to go usually? My dad goes hunting and, what, I sit back and wait for him? We go hunting together. So I really hope you brought a second rifle with you because I may talk a lot, but even I can't talk a deer to death."

Chris snorted out a laugh at that last comment, eyes sparkling. "So you're telling me you know how to use a gun, then? Three months of me training you to fight and you never, at any point, considered telling the arms dealer who makes wolfsbane bullets 'hey, Chris, I know how to use a gun'?"

That gave Stiles pause and he blinked large eyes at the man. "Honestly, I didn't think you'd give me a gun. I'm sixteen and all of that. So I thought it wasn't worth the try…?"

"You're more mature and have seen more shit than most your age and older," Chris pointed out. "You've been hunted by wolves and hunters alike and got through being… kidnapped and tortured. I find it hard to measure any member of our pack by the same standard as a normal teenager. You've all been through tremendous trauma already and live your lives by very different standards."

Stiles nodded reluctantly. So Chris was willing to give him a gun? Holy shit, that was going to be a game changer for him. He really had thought it'd be pointless to ask. Everyone just saw the flailing human mess that Stiles was and probably thought him and guns were a bad combination, but he was the sheriff's son. He'd grown up in the sheriff station, had been taken to the gun range early on just to keep him occupied when he was starting to annoy the deputies, having been taught gun safety and care when he was maybe too young to learn these things but his dad had wanted to make sure that his too curious son would not accidentally shoot himself. He eagerly grinned up at Chris.

/break\

This camping trip had been a very bad idea. Chris couldn't tear his eyes off of Stiles as the boy skinned the deer they'd shot together. Seeing Stiles with the rifle, seeing him take it apart and put it together again – because Chris had to make sure the boy wasn't just words of bravado – and seeing him actually use it? Chris wasn't sure he'd ever been that turned on in his life and he was too damn old to say that. And now the kid was taking the deer apart that Chris had dragged back to camp.

"Less staring, more chopping," Stiles stated, amber eyes locking with Chris'. "If I finish this first before you're done with the potatoes and onions, you're doing the dishes after."

Always cheeky, always bratty. Chris huffed, trying to suppress the urge to spank the brat.

"You are one bossy brat," Chris said, despite himself, even as he returned to chopping. "Good for you that I'm used to being bossed around in the kitchen."

"Oh yeah, Victoria did strike me as the kind of person who commandeered the kitchen and ruled it with an iron fist," Stiles tilted his head, then winced. "Sorry, I didn't mean…"

"It's okay," Chris shook his head, though he focused on the vegetables. "She was my best friend for so long now, but our marriage had been dead for a while. I miss the woman she used to be, but she had gotten… more cold and more ruthless in a way I found myself no longer aligned with. We'd grown apart, this town, Scott, these were just the nails in the coffin for our marriage. I… I do miss the woman I first fell in love with and I feel horrible for Allison…"

"Ally's doing… not good, but okay," Stiles offered softly after a moment. "Isaac and I have been talking a lot with her, about what it was like to lose our moms. How to keep going. She has something that neither Isaac nor I had when we lost our moms. She has you."

Chris looked up sharply at that, noting the sadness on Stiles' face. "What does that mean, Stiles."

Stiles sat up and stretched for a moment, rubbing the back of his hand over his eyes. "I don't think you even know this, but yeah, after Isaac's mom and brother died, his dad… turned into an abusive shit-show. We're all very glad he's now living with Derek. And that Derek has, you know, an actual roof over their heads at this point. But yeah, things were… ugly."

"What about you, Stiles," Chris narrowed his eyes, not letting the boy distract.

Stiles leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees and staring down at the meat he'd cut already. "The summer after mom's death was the only one dad had ever ditched our trip. Because he'd been too drunk to even remember. That's why he's feeling so guilty about missing out this year, because he knows he only ever missed out once and why. He just… When we lost mom, he drowned his grief in alcohol. He was pretty much checked out for about a year."

Chris' eyes softened and as much as he respected Sheriff Stilinski the way he had met the man now, he couldn't help but feel a flash of anger. Losing his wife wasn't an excuse to neglect his son. His own grief should not have overridden that need to be there for his kid. But this explained a lot about Stiles. Why he was so fiercely protective of his dad and felt the need to take care of this grown man. Because it was what he'd been doing since his mom died. And why he kept taking care of everyone but was so bad at letting anyone take care of him. Because he'd learned the hard way that he couldn't rely on others to take care of him and was better off taking care of himself. Something possessive and fierce uncurled in Chris' chest as he decided that he was going to take care of Stiles.

/break\

Hunting with Chris had been great. Sharing childhood trauma not so much. Sleeping in the same tent as Chris was, as expected, torture, especially as the night air in the mountain was even more chilly than down in town. On night two, Stiles was shaking so badly that Chris had grunted and opened his own sleeping bag and more or less ordered Stiles to crawl in. The man's body-heat pressed against Stiles like that was the best thing he had ever felt in his life.

On night three, after the two of them had hiked down to the lake to fish their dinner, which may have included a dip in the definitely too cold lake, Chris just grabbed him by the waist and pulled him into the hunter's sleeping bag right away when they were headed for bed.

"You're still freezing cold from your swim," Chris' glare was pure judgment and disapproval.

Stiles ducked his head and flushed, feeling like he should apologize for it, but that was stupid. He'd loved the swim and didn't regret it, even if it had been cold. But Chris was right, he was kind of freezing now, hadn't really warmed up even after sitting at the camp-fire. A shudder went down his spine when Chris' hand sneaked beneath Stiles' shirt to rub up and down his back. Stiles' breath hitched, laying all pressed up against Chris, face buried in the man's chest. His eyes widened in mortification when he felt himself growing hard at the closeness and touch and the feeling of Chris' hot breath puffing against his neck. They were pressed together and he was so poking Chris' thigh with his dick at this point. Oh, this was a total nightmare, someone please shoot him.

"Calm down," Chris ordered, voice low. "You're gonna hyperventilate the way you're breathing."

"I just," Stiles gasped out in embarrassment, closing his eyes tightly. "I'm sorry."

He tried to move away from Chris, but the hunter held him tight and pulled him close again, which caused Stiles' cock to actively rub against Chris' thigh in a way that sent a shock of pleasure through Stiles and ripped a needy whimper from Stiles' throat. Chris tensed at that and oh no, he was going to hate Stiles, was going to give some polite speech about how Stiles was just his daughter's friend and he'd meant to be kind and how he would never want anything to do with-

"Don't you make the sweetest noises?" Chris' voice dropped to a near growl.

The hand on his back paused and spread out between his shoulder-blades, pressing him more into Chris' chest, while Chris' other hand very slowly wandered down to his smaller back. Stiles' breath sped up, coming out in little pants as arousal and anxiety mixed in a weird way.

"Chris," Stiles wanted it to be an argument or a protest, but it came out desperate and pleading.

"Yes, baby?" Chris asked, beard tickling Stiles' ear as he whispered. "What do you need?"

His dick jerked violently when Chris called him baby and he made the most embarrassing, wanton noise he had ever heard in his entire life and hadn't even known he was capable of making. His hips moved on their own, rubbing against Chris' thigh to get friction as his arousal grew. Instead of pushing Stiles away or being disgusted, Chris just laughed, a deep and rich sound. The hand on his lower back slipped further and spread, until Chris was cupping a handful of Stiles' ass. At first just resting on it but when Stiles bucked back into it, the man chuckled and grabbed him properly, squeezing tight and making Stiles moan softly. Chris gave his ass a nice, hard squeeze before pulling Stiles closer by his ass, moving him so Stiles was rubbing against his thigh again.

"So needy, baby," Chris whispered teasingly, lips brushing against Stiles' ear, making him shudder. "You gonna come from just that, mh? Just rubbing yourself off against my thigh like a cat in heat?"

Stiles flushed, horribly embarrassed by Chris' words. He tried to hide his face in Chris' neck, yet he couldn't stop moving. If anything, what Chris had said only made him hornier. Chris started rubbing his back again, like he was trying to sooth Stiles, while still groping Stiles' ass with his other hand.

"It's okay, kitten," Chris promised, kissing Stiles just beneath the ear. "Go on, I can see how desperate you are, let me see you fall apart without even touching your cock, needy little thing."

Stiles tensed and his humping stuttered as he came in his boxers, a soft whine escaping him. Breathless panting was all he managed as he went completely lax in Chris' arms. There was a soothing rumble in Chris' chest while the man kissed the top of his head.

"There you go, baby, so good, sh," Chris praised Stiles for dry-humping him.

This was absolutely bizarre. And then Chris pulled him closer and Stiles could feel the man's very impressive erection, hard against Stiles' belly, only Stiles' shirt and Chris' boxers between them. Licking his lips, Stiles looked up at Chris, holding eye-contact while reaching for the man's cock.

"And what do you think you're doing there, baby doll?" Chris asked, eyebrows raised.

Honestly, the pet-names were maybe even hotter than whatever Stiles had just done and Stiles could not articulate that, didn't even fully understand why. Daringly, he cupped Chris' cock, heart racing.

"I… I wanna get you off too," Stiles said unsure, rubbing his hand along Chris' impressive length.

Chris growled lowly and for a moment Stiles panicked, thinking he'd gone too far and Chris didn't actually want this. The next moment, Chris rolled them both over and pinned Stiles beneath him as he'd done countless times during training. Only this time, Stiles could feel the man's hard cock press against him and it made him spread his legs near instinctively.

"You always wanna take care of everyone," Chris' voice was stern, his hands pushing Stiles' shirt up. "Not with me, baby. I'm going to take care of you and I'll teach you to be good and let me take care of you. So, if you want to get me off? I'll allow you to just lay back and look pretty while I take you apart and make you come again, only this time, I'll make you come on my cock."

Stiles was breathless from how hard he was panting, heart racing and dick slowly filling again. Chris sat up and pulled his own shirt off over his head and Stiles' mind blanked when he saw the flex of those muscles. When Chris got out of his boxers and his huge cock sprang free, Stiles was fairly sure he lost all higher brain-function. The hunter locked eyes with him as he pulled Stiles' boxers down and after a couple breaths, Stiles scrambled to get rid of his own shirt.

"What," Chris growled. "Did I just say? You'll be good and just lay there and look pretty. Was I not clear on that? So, will you be good for me, or do I have to tie you up?"

The noise Stiles made at that must have sounded too genuinely distressed for Chris' comfort, because suddenly the hunter looked concerned and cupped his cheek. "Hey, Stiles. It's okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you. Tell me if you want me to stop?"

"No," Stiles' voice sounded too desperate even for himself. "I just—Both? I want both, please."

"Both what, baby?" Chris asked, still gently cupping his face.

"Wanna be good for you," Stiles pouted a little. "But also want you to tie me up."

He had never seen Chris look that stunned before, before the man barked out a laugh and bent down to kiss him. Properly kiss him, lips on lips, Chris' tongue in his mouth, domineering the kiss and owning Stiles' mouth. Filthy and fierce, like a claim. Stiles whimpered into the kiss.

"You're too cute, kitten," Chris chuckled and kissed Stiles' cheek. "Okay, how about you be good for me and let me tie you up, mh? Make sure you'll stay still and let me take care of you, baby?"

"Yes, daddy," Stiles gasped out, brain feeling like mush.

But not mush enough to miss what he'd just said. His eyes widened in mortification, sure that this time, he'd done the wrong thing. This time, Chris was going to push him away in disgust. Instead, Chris sat up between Stiles' legs, one hand cupping Stiles' cheek gently, a fire in his eyes.

"That's right, baby boy," Chris' voice was so dark, it consumed Stiles. "You're gonna be good for daddy, let me take care of you, because you're daddy's good boy, aren't you?"

Oh, fuck. "Yes, daddy, I'm your good boy, I promise I'll be good."

With a smile did Chris bend down and gently peck Stiles' lips, before he rolled over to where their clothes laid. When he returned, he was holding up his belt. He guided Stiles' hands up above his head and wrapped the belt around them a couple of times before tying it. Stiles' cock bounced against his own belly at the feeling of the leather against his skin, tying his hands, preventing him from touching or moving. Leaving him at the hunter's mercy. A hand returned to Stiles' cheek and slowly wandered until two fingers were pushing against Stiles' lips. Without any verbal command needed, Stiles opened wide and greedily sucked the fingers into his mouth. Chris looked so pleased with him at it and Stiles felt like preening about that. The fingers were pulled out a little and then thrust in, until Stiles felt absolutely obscene at how Chris was finger-fucking his mouth.

"Knew that pretty little mouth would be good at that, baby doll," Chris murmured, trailing kisses down Stiles' neck and torso. "You're so good for me, getting daddy's fingers nice and wet so I can open you up, mh? Get you nice and ready for daddy's cock."

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Stiles bucked up against Chris, brushing his hard cock against the hunter's stomach. It got him a laugh from Chris, but the man also pulled his fingers out of Stiles' mouth.

"You really are like a cat in heat, so needy," Chris asked amused. "You're gonna be a handful, aren't you, kitten? Gonna need all of daddy's attention. You need daddy's cock, baby?"

Stiles ducked his head in embarrassment, but he had nowhere to hide. Chris sat up again, his wet fingers finding their way between Stiles' legs, which Stiles very eagerly spread for Chris. But Chris' other hand reached up to grab Stiles' chin and force the boy to look at him.

"I asked you something, baby. You gotta be good for daddy and answer when you're asked something, boy," Chris' voice was both a challenge and a warning. "I'm not gonna put anything inside that needy, little hole of yours until you're good and tell me what you need and why."

Stiles looked at Chris in bratty defiance, but Chris knew exactly how to make him crack. The wet fingers pressed against his hole, ever so lightly. Not penetrating, but teasing. Stiles tries to buck down against them, but Chris' other hand was now gripping Stiles' hip tight, holding him in place, and with his hands tied above his head, Stiles had no leverage to move. The fingers circled his hole, quietly pointing out how patiently Chris could wait for that answer.

"I need your cock, daddy," Stiles gasped out when he broke. "Please, please, I need that big dick of yours fucking me, because I—because I'm a needy little kitten in heat, I'm daddy's needy kitten."

Stiles absolutely melted at the proud look Chris gave him at that. "Damn right you are, baby."

The fingers finally slipped in and they felt so good. Calloused and thick and knowing exactly what they were doing as they scissored Stiles open. Chris kissed him all throughout prep, filthy and deep. Only when Chris deemed him loosened up enough did he pull out, regardless of how much Stiles whined and begged for his cock. A relieved sigh escaped Stiles when Chris' cock finally lined up with him, after Chris palmed it a couple of times, having spit into his own hand first. Slowly, inch by inch, did Chris push into him, taking all the time in the world, savoring it. Worse yet, he just paused when he was all the way inside Stiles. To give him time to adjust, but all Stiles wanted was for Chris to fuck him until he wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. When he told Chris so, the hunter simply chuckled, kissed him and told him that he was 'an adorable brat' and that he'd have 'so much fun brat-taming' Stiles, whatever that meant. All thought on the matter fled Stiles' brain when Chris finally started moving in earnest. And Chris did fuck him hard and deep and like he wanted Stiles to feel him for days, which made Stiles moan in delight.

"Gonna be good and come for daddy, kitten?" Chris asked, thrusting and jerking Stiles off at the same time. "Gonna come on daddy's cock like the good, needy little kitten you are?"

After already having orgasmed earlier and now having this new sensation and the near constant assault to his prostate, all Stiles managed was a broken whimper when he spilled into Chris' hand. Only a few thrusts later did Chris come, deep inside Stiles, making him see stars at the overwhelming new sensation of cum filling him up. Chris peppered Stiles' face with gentle kisses and laid down with him, wrapping his arms around Stiles' waist to pull him close and hold him safe.

"I'm gonna take good care of you from now on, baby," Chris promised softly, kissing him gently.

And for the first time in too many years, he trusted someone enough to actually believe that.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: 98 fics in and I finally cracked on the Daddy Kink for Stiles xD Ngl, it was a combination of utter spite fueled by ship discourse on tumblr (don't tell me not to ship Stiles with these old men I WILL ship him harder and I WILL double down on how important the age gap is, actually) and the set-up. I don't often do Daddy Kink, but when the set-up is right, I can be into it and especially in the "Chris literally takes over sth that the sheriff is bailing" fic that was uh let's say set-up. ANYWAY hope you enjoyed it and if you did, let me know in the comments ;D