Teen Wolf || Stargent || Daddy's Gonna Take Care of That || Stargent || Teen Wolf
Title: Daddy's Gonna Take Care of That – 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, BDSM, Daddy Kink, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, spanking
Main Pairing: Chris/Stiles
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Allison Argent
Summary: Stiles doesn't want to be a virgin sacrifice and he's really freaking out. Chris only has so much self-control. When Stiles is over studying the Argent bestiary, Chris offers to help him out.
Daddy's Gonna Take Care of That
Friday Ficlets Series
"It was just cruel of Danny, you know?" Stiles whined softly. "I mean, how do you offer a guy to take his virginity and even offer cuddles after and then it's a joke?"
Allison heaved a sigh and offered Stiles a small smile. "I think it's for the best that it was a joke. Is Danny really who you want to lose your virginity to?"
Awkward silence. Chris stepped out of the kitchen enough to get a view of Stiles too. Those pretty, big doe-eyes were too sad and his plush, pink lips were pulled into a pout that Chris couldn't quite decide if he wanted to kiss or if he wanted to push his cock between those pouty lips. Mh, both. First kiss him until those pink lips were all red and then feed the boy his cock. Moments like these, Chris was glad that Stiles wasn't a werewolf and couldn't smell the thickening arousal.
"No—o," Stiles whined after a long moment, collapsing forward onto the table. "But not everyone can be like you and Scott or Jackson and Lydia or Boyd and Erica – why are you all like this? Why am I surrounded by happy couples with epic love stories? You just make me feel worse."
"I'm so sorry," Allison was smiling amused as she patted Stiles' back. "Isaac is single too?"
"I can't tell if you are trying to reassure me about being single or if you are suggesting I should hook up with him so our whole pack is paired up," Stiles frowned at her. "Either way, no."
Chris found himself relaxing a little more. The thought of Stiles trying to lose his virginity to some guy named Danny was already irritating enough, but Isaac? The kid was really growing on Chris like a son. Isaac had broken into their apartment once, awkward, and kept coming back since then, until Chris had a conversation with their Alpha and suggested that Isaac should move in with them. Derek was barely a couple years older than the teens, he may be improving as an Alpha but he was absolutely not cut out to raise a teenager, much less one as traumatized as Isaac. It had worked out for the best for all parties involved. But the thought of Isaac with Stiles? No, absolutely not.
"Ally, didn't you have plans with Lydia?" Chris asked, stepping into the living room.
Allison's eyes widened as she checked her phone. "Crap. I totally forgot!"
While she got up and dashed around to gather her bag and jacket, Stiles' pout intensified. Chris shifted a little, trying to adjust his slowly hardening cock. That mouth just did things to him, even more so after having to listen to Stiles talk about losing his virginity. Taking that boy apart would already be amazing, but to be his first? Chris stepped a little closer to Stiles.
"I guess I'll pack up and leave too then," Stiles sighed in disappointment.
Chris rested a hand in Stiles' neck, gaining the boy's attention and having those beautiful, big brown eyes stare up at him. "You do know that you're allowed to be here when Allison isn't, right?"
Somehow, those pretty doe-eyes managed to widen even more. "Oh. Really? I just, I don't wanna be a bother. You must have a lot to do and I don't want to annoy you with my questions."
Chris' eyes softened and he gave Stiles' neck a little squeeze. "You're never a bother."
Stiles had been working his way through the Argent books. Sure, he had a copy of Gerard's bestiary, but the Argents had a whole library. Most of the books were in French though so Allison had been working with him on translating them and adding the typed up files to the pack's own bestiary that contained Gerard's and the Hales'. Allison came rushing in, kissing them both on the cheek.
"Thanks for helping him, papa. He can use the distraction," Allison grinned teasingly. "Bye!"
She ran out of the apartment, leaving Stiles and Chris alone. After a moment, Chris sat down next to Stiles on the couch. The longer they worked together, the closer they gravitated toward each other, until they were pressed against each other, leaning over the book together. Chris couldn't help but wrap an arm around Stiles to tuck the boy properly against himself. His hand came to rest on Stiles' hip, mostly to find a comfortable position. A few pages in, his hand curled more firmly around Stiles' hip, Stiles' shirt riling up to let Chris rest his fingers on soft, bare skin. Stiles shuddered but leaned even more into him. With fond eyes did Chris look down at the boy who fit so perfectly against him, tucked under his arm in a way that made him look near pliant and soft.
"I could help you out," Chris offered, voice rough with desire.
"Huh?" Stiles turned to look at him and this close, Chris could count his long lashes. "You are helping me already? Like, my school French is, you know, okay, but not 'translate hunter diaries from the 1800s' good. I'd be lost without you."
"I meant with your… other problem," Chris growled softly, rubbing circles over Stiles' hipbone.
Stiles' breath hitched at the touch and he tensed a little. "Uhm… Wha—at other problem…?"
"The one that has you worried you'll be a sacrifice," Chris whispered into Stiles' ear.
Stiles shuddered against him and gasped softly. He didn't try to get away though. So Chris pulled him closer by the hip, his other hand reaching out to slowly run down Stiles' thigh and grab him by the knee so he could pull the boy half onto his lap. A soft little noise escaped Stiles and a hand flew up against Chris' chest. For a moment, Chris thought Stiles would push him away. Instead, long fingers curled into his shirt, holding onto it. A pleased smirk spread over Chis' lips at that.
He knew Stiles was attracted to him, the boy wasn't exactly subtle about these things. He was also a very equal opportunity bisexual who seemed attracted to ninety percent of their pack, so Chris didn't think it meant anything beyond sexual attraction. That was why Chris had ignored it so far. Stiles was barely seventeen, he was Allison's friend, he was the sheriff's son. Chris didn't think just sex was worth that, he could wait until Stiles was eighteen. But if he was risking Stiles throwing his virginity away with some stranger? No, that thought had him feel too possessive to allow.
He adjusted Stiles so the boy was properly straddling Chris' lap, facing him. That plush mouth stood open a little, Stiles panting with flushed cheeks even though they hadn't even done anything yet. It made Chris smirk and think just how pretty his boy would be once he'd really wreck him.
"I… I don't need your… you don't need to offer a pity fuck just because nobody else…"
"It's not pity, Stiles," Chris frowned at him, both hands on Stiles' hip and wandering down to cup the boy's ass. "Do you think that I'd risk getting shot by your father out of pity?"
Stiles made a startled sound at that and arched his back to push his ass more into Chris' hands. The hunter rewarded him by squeezing that firm, supple ass tight. It got him a little mewling sound.
"Don't you make the cutest sounds?" Chris whispered pleased, brushing kisses along Stiles' jawline and down his neck. "Like a little kitten. Think I can make you purr?"
"Why," Stiles gasped out, seemingly torn between pushing into Chris' grip and grinding down.
Wasn't his boy cute when he was desperate? Chris had mercy on Stiles and squeezed that tempting ass again, pulling Stiles close by it until the boy's dick brushed against Chris' equally hard cock.
"You're gorgeous, baby," Chris's voice was gentle, his breath ghosting over Stiles' neck. "Those pretty eyes of yours, that pouty mouth, do you know all the things I want to do to that mouth? I want to mark your soft, pale skin up, trace all your moles, the ones I've never gotten to see before. I want to bend you over and fuck your tight, little ass so hard you'll feel me for days."
The sound Stiles made was half a whimper, half a moan and all desperate. "R… Really?"
"Yes, really," Chris chuckled, pinching Stiles' ass a little, making him squeak. "Can I help you?"
Stiles was just panting against him at this point, lax in his arms, slowly rutting against Chris, rubbing their cocks against each other through the jeans. How cute his boy was. But when Stiles didn't reply, Chris lifted one hand off the boy's ass to smack it ever so lightly. Much to his surprise did he get the most wanton moan from his boy, who buried his face in Chris' neck.
"Tell me what you want, baby," Chris ordered firmly. "We can just sit here and make out. Or I'll carry you upstairs, spread you out on my bed and take your virginity. But I'll need you to verbally tell me that you want that, that you want me to fuck you. What do you want, baby?"
"Fuck me," Stiles sobbed out desperately. "Please fuck me, daddy."
They both tensed at Stiles' words, the boy's breath hitching in embarrassment. Chris pushed him off a little so he could look at Stiles' face, but the boy was avoiding his eyes, face red. Cupping Stiles' cheek, he forced his boy to look at him again. This wasn't exactly a surprise to Chris; he knew how complicated the relationship between Stiles and the sheriff was and about the sheriff's alcoholism and neglect after Claudia Stilinski's death. Stiles had been taking care of his father since then, with nobody taking care of him. The daddy kink was heavily implied with the boy, but Chris also knew how deeply in denial Stiles was about his father's neglect, always the first one to defend his father, so Chris had been sure he'd have to work the boy over and make him come undone first before Stiles would be willing to admit this. Chris brushed his thumb gently over Stiles' cheek.
"It's okay, baby," Chris whispered with a warm smile. "Daddy's gonna take care of that."
Stiles' breath hitched and his pupils blew up. "Y… Yeah?"
Chris brought his boy down into a deep kiss, devouring Stiles' mouth whole. His hand wandered back down to Stiles' ass so he could cup it with both hands and lift the boy up. Stiles squealed into the kiss as he was carried out of the living room and upstairs.
"Yeah, baby," Chris brushed kisses along Stiles' neck. "Don't worry, daddy's gonna take good care of you. Gonna rid you of that virginity of yours, take you apart, put you back together again. Gonna make you purr for daddy, mh, kitten?"
"Fuck," Stiles gasped breathlessly.
Holding Stiles by the ass with only one hand, Chris used his other hand to place another smack on Stiles' ass, since he'd reacted so prettily earlier. "Language, kitten. While you're with me, you'll behave yourself and you'll be good for daddy, am I clear?"
"Yes, daddy," Stiles bit his lips, batting those long lashes at Chris. "But…"
"But?" Chris raised one eyebrow at his boy as he entered the bedroom.
"But you keep teasingly smacking my butt," Stiles wiggled his nose. "Am I only getting a spanking if I misbehave? Because I… I…"
"You?" Chris nudged, both eyebrows raised now, eagerly staring at his boy.
"I wanna be good for you, daddy," Stiles blushed furiously at the admission.
"That's good, kitten," Chris smiled and kissed Stiles' cheek in praise. "Daddy's gonna be so good to you when you'll be good for me, baby."
"But I also want you to spank me," Stiles blurted out, looking embarrassed.
Now it was Chris' turn to look at his boy in mild surprise. He had thought he'd have to coax good behavior out of his defiant, bratty boy. But it seemed the urge to be taken care of was greater than his need to fight every authority on sight. Smiling amused, Chris kissed Stiles softly.
"Ask nicely for it, baby," Chris prompted. "Daddy's gonna give you everything you need and want, as long as you're good for me and ask nicely."
"Please spank me, daddy," Stiles begged, still looking embarrassed.
Laughter bubbled in Chris' chest and he pressed another kiss to Stiles' temple. "Aren't you perfect for daddy? Okay, baby, be good and strip down. I want you naked."
Chris sat down on the edge of the bed, patting his lap with a pointed look. Stiles scrambled out of his clothes until he was all naked in Chris' bedroom. Perfect. Stiles fidgeted a little, looking nervous, so Chris pulled him into another kiss to sooth him before guiding him to lay over Chris' lap, round firm ass pointing up. Chris gently rubbed it a few times.
"Ten and you'll count them for me and thank me for each, are we clear?"
"Yes, daddy, thank you, daddy," Stiles gasped out, fingers clawing into his blanket.
Chuckling, Chris started spanking his boy. Spread hand, landing blow after blow on pale skin. He spaced them out to cover more of that perfect ass, hitting the swell of it a few times too. Stiles was a moaning mess, perfectly thanking him at first but losing himself more and more with every spank. By the tenth, his boy was sobbing and struggling with his words.
"Sh, kitten, you did good, you did so good for daddy," Chris cooed softly, rubbing the red, heated skin soothingly. "Such a good boy, you're so good for me, yeah you are, my perfect boy."
He gave Stiles some time to calm down and relax. Once Stiles was calmer, the boy started nuzzling into Chris' still clothed crotch. Chris leaned back and watched Stiles for a bit, enjoying the contrast between them. Having his boy naked and desperate, mouthing at Chris' clothed cock like that.
"You want something, you have to ask nicely, baby," Chris reminded his boy.
Stiles blinked up at him with his pretty doe-eyes. "Can I have your dick in my mouth, please? I'll get it nice and wet so you can fuck me, daddy. Please?"
Oh, this was going to be a problem on the long run. There was no way Chris could deny his boy anything when he looked up at Chris like that. Slowly, Chris pulled his shirt up over his head and then got up to get out of his pants. The hunger on Stiles' face was flattering.
"C'mere, baby," Chris grabbed Stiles by the neck and gently pulled him closer.
Pink lips fell open wide, a greedy tongue lolling out. That was an image Chris would never be able to forget. It showed that Stiles had no experience, but he made up for it with raw enthusiasm, suckling and licking and doing his best to get as much of Chris in as possible.
"That's enough, kitten," Chris groaned, pulling his boy off after a few minutes.
Stiles whined and tried to strain against his hold. "But I'm being good, please-"
"The point of this was that I take your virginity," Chris raised his eyebrows. "So that pretty little mouth of yours isn't where I wanted to come in, baby."
Stiles' eyes widened eagerly and he scrambled back onto the bed, laying against it and facing Chris. Those pale thighs parted for Chris in invitation and Chris gladly took that. He cupped Stiles' flank, running his hands over soft skin a few times to calm them both down a little. He took the lube out of his nightstand, generously coating his cock and fingers with it. As sweet as Stiles' mouth was, he wanted the boy's first time to be pleasant and not painful and spit wouldn't be enough for that.
"Look at you, baby," Chris murmured darkly as his fingers slipped into the boy. "So pretty."
Flushed, open mouthed and with half-lid eyes, Stiles really was a vision to behold while Chris opened him up. Once his boy was boneless and begging beneath him, Chris pulled his fingers out and lined his cock up with his boy. The way Stiles' hot, tight hole embraced him and sucked him in more and more was simply perfect. Chris took his time, thrusting slow and languished. Drawing it out as long as he could, soaking up every cute little noise from his boy.
"Daddy, please, I need to come, I really need to come," Stiles sobbed out, bucking up.
Chris smiled pleased at his boy, rewarding him with a kiss and an orgasm, jerking Stiles off until the boy came into his hand. At the feeling of Stiles' tightening muscles, Chris didn't last any longer either, coming deep inside his boy. They were both panting as Chris pulled Stiles against him.
"You promised to fuck me hard," Stiles mumbled sleepily. "Next time, please, daddy?"
Chris' heart warmed at the thought of getting a next time, kissing his boy. "Next time, baby."
~*~ The End ~*~
Author's note: I dedicate this fic to Clare who is, quite frankly, at least 25% at fault for me writing Daddy Kink in this fandom. 25% go to Stiles' childhood and the sheriff's drinking. The other 50% go to JR Bourne's beard. Also I have decided that every Stiles ship needs at least one "I could be a virgin sacrifice :( someone should really get rid of my virginity :(" fic because that boy FUCKED ME UP with that one