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Title: Kitten Treats – Friday Ficlets Series
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, established relationship, Pack Alpha Peter, Spark Stiles, Emissary Stiles, magic, Catboy Stiles, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, collar, mild pet-play, BDSM
Main Pairing: Peter/Stiles
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale
Summary: A spell goes wrong and leaves Stiles with cat-ears and a bushy tail. It is… very inspiring for Peter. He wants to put a collar on that kitten and make him purr.
Kitten Treats
Friday Ficlets Series
Stiles was a wonderful Emissary. He was powerful, did everything to help their pack, worked hard, was so clever and ruthless when he wanted to be. Though Peter's opinion may be biased by how deeply in love he was with his mate and by how much harder he'd fallen in love with Stiles when the Spark agreed to become his Emissary after Peter claimed an Alpha spark for himself.
After Derek gave up his own Alpha spark to save Cora's life and Peter became the new Alpha of the Hale Pack, he thought it'd be an uphill battle. Gaining everyone's trust and loyalty. But he'd already gained Stiles' trust during the Alpha Pack and darach fight and Stiles' trust had gone a long way with Boyd, Erica, Isaac and even Scott. Lydia remained reluctant, but they were working on it.
So here Peter was, Alpha of the Hale Pack, with a strong and loyal pack behind him, and the perfect Alpha Mate and Emissary at his side. So perfect that when the bitten betas started complaining about the fact that only the Hales could perform a full-shift, Stiles went down a research rabbit-hole to brew up some magic to help even bitten wolves evolve in that way. The only wolves Peter had ever seen perform a full shift had been born wolves. Talia, Laura and himself. Derek and Cora hadn't managed yet either, too young and inexperienced for it, but Peter had no doubt they'd be able to, at the right time. So Stiles brewed up a potion to help all betas unlock it.
Only that he hadn't been sure if it'd work, so he hadn't exactly announced it to the whole pack. And he'd brewed it in the kitchen. And left it unsupervised for 'just a moment' to go to the toilet. Which was how Erica found the pot of 'soup' that tasted way too bland and decided to help out by adding garlic, salt and pepper. If it had been a soup, that would have been a good addition. But a potion for shapeshifters? By the time Stiles came rushing back into the kitchen, yelling at her to take cover, it was already too late. The pot exploded, covering them both in the corrupted potion.
The change in ingredients changed the effect it had. Erica was now spotting wolf-ears and a wolf-tail, but looked otherwise human. It had earned her a lot of cackling and comments about how she really shouldn't mess with anything cooking in their kitchen (she shouldn't anyway, because that pup could not cook to save her life). The big surprise however had been Stiles.
Stiles wasn't a shifter, so there was no failed attempt at a full shift for him, the way it had been for Erica. Yet he still ended up with animal features. Possibly what he might have turned out to be if he were a shifter. A cat. Curious, bold, stubborn, cunning. Peter always thought he'd make a magnificent wolf, but now Peter was quite endeared with the kitten he got instead. His ears and tail matched his hair-color, but they were adorably fluffy. Perfect for petting.
It was adorable and inspiring. All Peter wanted was to put a collar on his kitten. The urge grew with every day, made much more intense by the fact that Stiles (and Erica) had temporarily moved in with Peter. The pack was still waiting for the potion's effects to fade. Stiles was confident they would, given time. Two weeks, at most, was his estimate. Until then, it wasn't safe for them to go outside and be seen by others. Erica had taken residence in one of the guest rooms, she could be lucky that he still had his nieces and nephews' old bedrooms. And he could be lucky that it had hit Erica, of all the pups. He didn't know if he could endure Jackson or Scott moping around in his apartment all day. Erica was his favorite pup though, she was a delight.
The real treat though was having Stiles live with him. His mate, with whom he only got to sneak time in between life threatening fights, pack meetings, training, school and lacrosse. Now, he got to go to bed with Stiles in his arms and wake up to share breakfast with him. It was bliss. It was also torture though, because his mate had cute kitten ears and a cute kitten tail right now.
One whole week, Peter managed to be well-behaved about it. Restraining himself. And then he saw it while out on the weekly grocery run with Derek and Boyd. He'd passed through the pet isle as a shortcut to the toiletries when a bright-red leather collar with a little bell caught his eye. He stood frozen in front of it for minutes, staring at it and envisioning his pretty kitty wearing it. The sound Derek had made when he saw the cat collar at the counter among their groceries could only be described as miserable and traumatized. Boyd had simply snorted and texted Erica to update her mate and let her know to listen to very loud music on her headphones tonight (and this was why Boyd was Peter's second favorite pup, after Erica).
When he got home, a cackling Erica immediately took the groceries from him with an exaggerated wink and then pushed him toward the bedroom. Wasn't it nice to have a supportive pack? Peter smiled pleased when he found his mate sprawled out on their bed. His bed. Stiles was only a temporary guest (for now. Once high school graduation came around, not even the sheriff with the entire station armed with wolfsbane bullets would be able to pry Peter away from Stiles).
"Lazing about all day in bed, kitten?" Peter teased.
Stiles tilted his head and blinked his eyes open. His pupils were thin slits until his eyes adjusted to the light. He was absolutely magnificent and Peter was enamored. Stiles stretched, his body arching, his hands pawing at the air as he gave a soft little hiss at being woken up. The shirt he was wearing – Peter's shirt, if the Alpha may note – riled up at the motion, revealing a sliver of pale hip-bone and a dash of moles. Peter licked his lips, hunger stirring in him at the sight. A triangular cat-ear twitched a little, and so did Stiles' nose, the boy sniffing the air.
"You smell yummy again," Stiles noted, licking his own lips and sitting up on all four. "Scents are so damn overwhelming, I don't know how you can sort through them so easily to identify emotions. Everything and everyone smells and then people smell different depending on what they feel and I'm just assaulted by all these impressions. Why do you smell yummy?"
His hands were pawing at the bed beneath him while he spoke and his ass wiggled a little. Like the kitten was ready to pounce. To avoid that, Peter stepped up to his mate and started petting him between the ears. Stiles bumped his head up against the touch, instantly purring.
"Horny," Peter supplied after a moment. "The scent you seem to identify as 'yummy' is when I'm aroused, dear. And I greatly enjoy that it creates a loop between the two of us, because smelling my arousal seems to be turning you on too, sweetheart."
"Oh," Stiles' eyes widened and his cheeks darkened. "You smell really good."
Stiles leaned in and brushed his face against Peter's thigh, slowly moving to nuzzle against Peter's crotch. Damn that boy, he was going to be the death of Peter. Groaning, Peter leaned his head back.
"Kitten, I have a present for you. Before we do anything more, I would love for you to put it on."
"Put it on?" Stiles echoed confused, tearing himself away from his mate. "What did you get me? More clothes? I swear, you already replaced my whole wardrobe, Possessivewolf."
Peter pursed his lips at that. "Not clothes. But something I think will look lovely on you."
He pulled the collar out of his pocket and offered it to his boy. Stiles' eyes widened, his cheeks reddened and his scent spiked with honey-sweet arousal. Peter felt his fangs drop in hunger.
"You want to be my good little kitten?" Peter asked, voice low. "Want to be good for me, pet?"
The arousal thickened even more at that and Stiles stared at him in hunger. Peter cupped Stiles' face, directing his gaze so the boy was looking up at him. With his mouth hanging open, Stiles nodded, accompanied with a cute little keening noise.
"Yes, Alpha," Stiles replied softly, his honey-golden eyes so intense.
Stiles knew exactly what it did to Peter whenever Stiles called him that in bed. A pleased smile spread over Peter's lips as he reached out to lay the red leather collar around that delicate, pale neck. The golden bell jingled a little when Peter closed the collar. Oh, he had been right, it looked absolutely perfect. Stiles' long, fluffy tail whipped behind him eagerly.
"Are you gonna be a good kitten for your Alpha?" Peter asked lowly.
He captured Stiles' wandering hands and placed them firmly back on the bed, earning a light pout from his mate. Still, Stiles started pawing at the mattress again, keeping his hands were Peter put them. Smiling satisfied, Peter petted Stiles' head again.
"Good boy," Peter praised him. "Now, can you be a good kitten and beg for a treat?"
Stiles raised one eyebrow at that, like he wanted to ask 'what kind of treat do you think you have to make me beg?'. Peter adored his stubborn sub. Smirking, Peter produced a bag of the high-quality Swiss chocolate that Stiles loved so much (and yes, he had first checked with Deaton if Stiles in his half-cat state could even eat chocolate. The last thing he wanted was to accidentally poison his mate). Stiles' eyes widened and he leaned forward, sniffing the chocolate when Peter held one out for him. Damn, those kitten instincts and behaviors were far too cute on his boy.
"Ah, ah, ah. Only good kittens get treats," Peter teased and pulled the chocolate away.
Stiles instinctively hissed as his food was removed. Peter raised a challenging eyebrow. After a long moment of staring at each other, his kitten submitted. He leaned forward to nuzzle Peter again.
"I'll be good, Alpha. Please gimme the treat," Stiles looked up at Peter with big kitten eyes.
"Undress for me," Peter ordered, before settling down on the bed. "Slowly."
Stiles flushed and obeyed, leaving him naked and Peter still fully dressed. His tail wrapped around his waist self-consciously. Peter smiled at him and reached out to trace the long tail, before handing Stiles one piece of chocolate by holding it out in his hand. When Stiles wanted to pick it up, Peter pulled his hand away again. The smirk on his lips was enough to make Stiles understand what his mate wanted. With even darker cheeks did Stiles lean in and slowly wrap his lips around the chocolate, eating it out of the palm of Peter's hand, like a good little pet. A lazy, pleased grin spread over Peter's lips as he watched. This should not be as hot as it was.
"Such a good boy," Peter purred in delight. "My good little kitten. Now, if you get me nice and hard for you, you'll get another treat. Do you want another treat, kitty cat?"
Stiles licked his lips and reached for Peter's zipper, just to receive another raised eyebrow from the wolf. Heaving a sigh, Stiles sat back on his knees, between Peter's legs. He looked at Peter for a long moment, before resting his hands on his lover's thighs and leaning down. He carefully captured the zipper with his mouth and pulled it down. Though he did give Peter a pointed glare at the button. Peter waited until Stiles meowed insistently, which was far too cute.
"Well, if you ask so nicely, pet, how could I not help you out?" Peter offered generously.
He popped the button on his pants and then wiggled enough to shrug them down to mid-thigh. Licking his lips, Stiles bent down and started placing gentle little kitten-licks all along the length of Peter's half-hard cock. His hands were on Peter's thighs, his tail whipping around wildly. The chiming of the bell was a beautiful background sound to getting a blowjob. Stiles licked a broad stripe up the length and then wrapped his lips around the head of Peter's cock.
"Ye—es, there's a good kitten," Peter groaned and leaned back, relaxing under the administration.
Stiles hollowed his cheeks out and bent down, swallowing as much of Peter as he could. That talented mouth felt just too good. Peter sat up and reached down, looping a finger into the collar to pull his kitten off of him. A cute whine escaped Stiles.
"That's quite enough for now, I wanted you to get me hard, not get me off, pet."
Wiggling his nose, Stiles looked at him. "If you take one treat from me, gimme another."
"Greedy kitty," Peter rolled his eyes, but he did reach for another chocolate bit. "Here you go."
He held out his palm and once again, Stiles grabbed it with his mouth and then licked the palm. Peter shuddered at that, pleased. He then pulled Stiles up to straddle his waist.
"I want to hear you make that little bell chime for me while you ride me, kitten."
Wiggling his nose, Stiles rested his hands on Peter's chest. "That's worth more than one piece."
"I will hand feed you every other piece if you get me off," Peter offered.
Stiles looked pleased at that so he positioned himself to hover above Peter's cock. Before the wolf had a chance to protest beyond a concerned warning growl did Stiles lower himself onto Peter's dick. Peter grunted surprised at how loose and slick with lube Stiles was.
"Why do you think I'm napping in the middle of the day?" Stiles grinned and bent down to kiss Peter slowly. "I was masturbating and took a post-orgasm nap."
Huffing amused, Peter rested his hands on Stiles' hips while Stiles started lifting himself up and bringing himself down. He lifted himself nearly all the way off Peter's cock before sitting down on him again, moaning loudly when Peter's dick hit against Stiles' prostate at that. With every bounce of Stiles on his cock like that, the bell jingled. Peter's eyes were glued to the bell, to the collar around his mate's neck. His claim. Stiles wore his collar, willingly, and he looked beautiful in it.
"So good for me," Peter groaned, caressing Stiles' thighs in praise. "So good, kitten."
Stiles was gorgeous, bouncing on Peter's cock like that. Flushed cheeks, hooded eyes, red lips dropped open in soft pants and sweet moans. Clawed fingers scratched down Peter's chest, leaving bleeding marks where Stiles hadn't fully learned to control these yet. Peter found them delightful, loved his mate marking him up. It'd heal soon enough anyway.
"Alpha," Stiles keened, his own cock bouncing with every movement of his.
"Oh, do you want more than the treat you're promised, kitten?" Peter asked teasingly, running a single finger along Stiles' cock. "You'll have to ask nicely for it, pet."
"Please, Alpha," Stiles moaned, sounding frustrated. "Please let me come, Alpha, please. Your cock feels so good, I need to come, please let me, I'm good, I'm so good."
"Yes, you are," Peter smiled kindly at his kitten and started jerking him off.
Stiles' movement turned more frantic after that, thrusting up into Peter's hand and down onto Peter's cock, until the boy came, with a drawn-out whine. Peter's smirk grew when his mate's cum hit him square over the chest, marking him as Stiles'. Rolling his hips, Stiles brought Peter to completion too, sitting down hard and milking Peter for ever drop of cum. With a pleased groan did Stiles collapse forward. He turned his head so he could lick his cum off Peter's chest.
"Treat," Stiles demanded as soon as he was done.
Heaving a sigh, Peter took the bag of chocolates and started hand feeding them to Stiles one by one. "You know, you are such a spoiled pet. I spoil you."
"Absolutely rotten," Stiles agreed around a mouthful of chocolate.
He offered Peter a broad, mischievous grin, before opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out for Peter to place another chocolate on it. Peter heaved a sigh at just how smitten he was with his mate. The little kitten absolutely had him wrapped around his little finger.
"You're lucky I adore you," Peter muttered.
"Ye—ep," Stiles grinned again and leaned in to kiss him. "And you're lucky I love you."
"So very lucky," Peter agreed softly, running a hand down Stiles' spine.
Stiles curled together on his chest, purring softly as he drifted off to sleep, sated and satisfied.
~*~ The End ~*~
Author's note: I've had a very insistent voice in my ear whispering about kitten!Stiles and collars and what can I say, it's easy to listen to the voices when they whisper about things I already adore anyway uwu So here, have a kitten as a treat ;D