Mischief Mondays Chapter 6: Steter - The Soft Bits, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: The Soft Bits – Mischief Mondays Series/Stiles' Cherrytober

Tags: m/m, established relationship, Pack Alpha Peter, Spark Stiles, fluff, BDSM, aftercare, explicit sexual content, anal, knotting, overstimulation

Main Pairing: Peter/Stiles

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

Cherrytober Prompt: hotel + aftercare

Summary: Stiles loved Peter, loved the strong Alpha, loved when they were rough in bed, loved the firm dom side of his boyfriend, but his absolute favorite part was when Peter was soft with him.

The Soft Bits

Mischief Mondays Series/Stiles' Cherrytober

Stiles loved Peter, wholly. Loved the strong, absolute power that the Alpha had in leading their pack. Loved the ruthless efficiency with which he'd protect their pack. Loved when they went at it rough and hard, leaving bruises littering Stiles' skin, loved the possessive way in which Peter would mark him up in bed. Loved the firm hand with which his dom would spank him for being a brat, how Peter never took his shit and knew how to put Stiles in his place. Loved the sharp-tongued, no prisoners lawyer that could domineer any court room and left his opponent suttering.

Every hard, strong, firm edge to the man was something Stiles loved, admired, cherished.

But his favorite side of Peter was that soft, gentle and caring side, the one he only ever showed Stiles, the one he only trusted Stiles with. When all else was said and done, when the pack was safe, the case was won, the fucking came to a spectacular climax, the scene ended – when it was just Stiles and Peter, curled together in the sanctuary of bed.

Peter growled lowly as he picked up the pace, thrusting harder and sharper into Stiles. All Stiles could muster was a broken whine. They'd been fucking for two hours now, every time Peter was close, he'd pause and instead of finishing the job, he'd spend some time leaving another hickey on pale skin. Once he was calmed down a little, he'd start fucking Stiles again. And all of that after the damn wolf had spent another hour lazily opening Stiles up with his fingers, with his tongue, until Stiles was a moaning, begging mess, pleading for more.

"Ple—ease," Stiles' voice broke, too rough from all the begging he'd already done.

"Mh?" Peter nosed his neck curiously. "If you're still capable of speech, I'm not doing enough."

And oh no. Stiles whined, a hopeless little noise, fingers helplessly tugging on the bonds that tied him to the bed-frame. Peter lifted his head off Stiles' neck to offer his mate a wicked smile, all fangs and red glowing eyes and Stiles' cock jerked desperately at it. He readily bared his throat to his Alpha, needing, needing. Peter's chest rumbled pleased by that.

"So good for me, darling," Peter whispered, attaching himself to the bared neck again.

He thrust even harder, hitting Stiles' prostate mercilessly until Stiles could feel tears of despair gathering in his eyes, sobs spilling from his lips. It was just all too much, too much stimulation for too long, too little friction, no release. When the first tear spilled from his eyes did Peter finally wrap his fingers around Stiles' cock and Stiles nearly came from the touch alone.

"Ah, ah, ah," Peter growled, nipping Stiles' jawline. "You only come on my knot, understood?"

"Yes, Alpha," Stiles forced the words out, knowing he wouldn't get to come at all if he didn't.

Peter's smile was sharp and pleased as he forced his slowly forming knot into his mate. He rocked back and forth while his knot fully formed, stretching Stiles so much, so much, so good, and when the knot fully caught, Stiles came hard, arching his back off the bed.

"So good," Peter's voice gentled, soft kisses peppering Stiles' face. "So good for me, my sweetheart, you did so good, sh, it's okay, you're okay, love, you were perfect."

He kissed away the tears, his hands undoing the bindings and gently massaging Stiles' sore wrists. Peter brought the wrists up to his mouth to kiss them just as softly. He sat back, carefully adjusting Stiles without dislodging his knot so the two of them could lay side by side.

"Hey," Peter carefully cupped Stiles' face. "Does anything hurt, love?"

Stiles shook his head, eyes half-lid, just to earn a stern look from his mate. "No. Just sore. Very."

He coughed a little and the next moment, Peter was holding a water bottle against his lips, letting him take slow sips. Stiles smiled up at his mate before snuggling into the soft pillows. He absentmindedly thought how nice it was to get dirty in sheets they wouldn't have to think about washing. Perks of hotel rooms, someone else would have to clean up the mess.

"Good," Peter smiled and pressed a kiss to Stiles' cheek.

Stiles' eyes closed and he gave himself to the feeling of Peter's knot tying them together and the soft, expensive sheets against his skin. A wet towel started gently petting him down. Stiles wiggled his nose at how cold the water had gone, but then it had been hours.

"What's wrong, darling?" Peter asked concerned, pausing.

"S cold," Stiles complained, waving a hand.

"I'm afraid I'm a little… tied down at the moment and can't get warmer water, I'm sorry."

The cute thing was that Peter genuinely sounded sorry. Straight up offended with the water for not being to Stiles' liking. With a lazy smile did Stiles let some sparks dance around his hand and a second later, the water warmed up. Peter chuckled at him, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Well, I can't have exhausted you that much if you still got enough energy to perform magic."

Stiles cracked one eye open, watching how his Alpha cleaned him up, amused. They both knew that it'd take many more hours to get Stiles exhausted enough not to perform at least minor magic. He was far too powerful for that. Stiles loved that look of pure adoration and admiration on Peter's face that showed him just how aware the wolf was of this fact. Of the fact that Stiles was incredibly powerful but chose to submit to him, chose to give up his power to the Alpha. Peter never forgot that, prided himself on that, and always made sure that Stiles would not regret that trust.

"You were wonderful, my love," Peter smiled gently while cleaning Stiles up.

He traced every bruise carefully, a mixture of pride upon having marked his mate as his and concern at making sure he hadn't gone too fast, pressed too hard. It was cute, because Stiles knew his wolf could control himself – at least when it came to Stiles. He'd never seriously hurt Stiles, not even on accident, he couldn't hurt his mate. Still, Peter always worried after. Even though Stiles loved the bruises, loved being covered in his mate's marks, loved it rough, begged for it.

"Are you hungry?" Peter asked, trailing his hands over Stiles' sides.

"No, I just want you, Peter," Stiles sighed, reaching out for the Alpha. "C'mere."

The Alpha smiled amused and obeyed, laying down with his mate and pulling Stiles close, his arms around the Spark to hold him tight. Stiles sighed again, content this time. This, this was his favorite side of Peter's. The gentle and caring one, the one that made sure Stiles was uninjured, happy and taken care off. The one who took care of Stiles. The only one Stiles trusted to take care of him.

"I love you," Stiles mumbled, pressing a kiss to Peter's jaw. "Happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary, my love," Peter smiled and kissed Stiles properly.

It was their fifth anniversary and Peter had booked this expensive, amazing vacation, for the whole pack, but they left Derek in charge of wrangling the betas while the Alpha Mates enjoyed themselves and it was perfect, every bit about it was absolutely perfect and Stiles loved it.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: I love caring gentle dom Peter who is absolutely smitten with Stiles. I also love the angle of Stiles, as a Spark, being incredibly powerful but choosing to submit. Nothing hotter than an incredibly powerful sub ;D