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stokeleyonfroy · 9 months ago

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Pairing: Steo

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken

Warnings: Spanking, rough treatment, kind of Dom undertones, safe word offered, praise, anal fingering, sexual content

Words: 1867

Kinktober: Spanking

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“Why are you here?” Theo asks him, crossing his arms and leaning against the back of his couch in the chimera’s living room. “Thought you didn’t trust me, much less like me,” the Alpha’s eyebrows furrow and his lips purse.

“You’re actually the only person I do trust to do this,” Stiles fights the urge to nibble on his thumb while speaking. He also doesn’t think the chimera will judge him for it either. “Given your whole, you know,” the human gestures towards Theo, “energy.” There was also a time that Stiles harbored feelings for the other boy. Painfully so. And not so much 'a time' than currently. Things have just been a little tense lately given that Theo used to work for the Dread Doctors.

The packs’ truce is meek at best.

Theo stands with his legs spread apart, arms crossed tight enough to his chest that his biceps bulge, and his shoulders are set. The Alpha looks at himself and chuckles, looking up with a smirk when his senses surely get wafted a heady dose of Stiles’ frustrated arousal. “Trust me to do what exactly?”

Okay, when Stiles pulled up to the chimera’s house, he had fully processed that he’d have to say the actual words out loud. He knew. Concept firmly grasped. But standing here in front of that fucking smirk, Stiles is ready to choke on his request. Can’t get what you want if you don’t ask for things. Looking down and in the smallest voice possible, Stiles whispers, “spank me. For fun.” If he were to have said it any louder, his voice would’ve embarrassingly cracked.

Theo laughs. Hard. Just when Stiles begins to contemplate clawing the earth apart rather than waiting for it to open on its own and swallow him whole, the Alpha sobers. He takes in Stiles’ downcast eyes, his fumbling fingers, and the lingering anxiety on top of everything else. “Oh. You’re being serious.” Stiles can’t speak or even look up. Maybe he’d been wrong about Theo not judging him for this. “So I was right. About a few things,” the chimera chuckles.

Stiles whips his head up, “come again?”

Holding up a finger, “you’re not as good or innocent as you claim to be,” Theo says, stepping closer. Stiles takes one back, thudding against the wall. “You do in fact still have the hots for me, no matter how much you try to deny it.” Smirking at the way the human grows flush with the wall, he gets in Stiles’ face, whispering, “you’ve wanted me to fuck you since the second I got back to town.” The human’s eyes widen, swallowing becomes increasingly harder. “Go ahead, tell me I’m wrong,” the Alpha challenges.

He can’t speak. Cannot find a single syllable that would come out coherent with his tongue wanting to lie and his brain begging to be truthful. So Stiles bites his lips into his mouth, letting the silence speak for him. Trying his best to remember how to breathe properly with Theo this close and all he can smell is the spiciness of his cologne.

“Don’t think this will be a one off,” the Alpha leans back, looking him in the eye. “If I do this, you submit to me completely. You are mine,” he growls the word, eyes flickering red, “do you understand? I will make sure everyone, including that excuse for a werewolf you let fuck you so blandly that you need to beg me to touch you, knows it. You won’t need to go anywhere else again, I’ll take care of whatever need you have, sweetheart.” Theo leans in, lips brushing against Stiles’ ear, chests pressing together, “just tell me who you belong to.”

His heart lurches in his chest, breath hitching in Stiles’ throat, but he stammers out, “y-you,” without a second thought. The admission comes with the realization that there couldn’t have been any other outcome of showing up here tonight. Theo doesn’t half-ass things, never has.

Theo pulls back enough to still share breath, with a small but genuine smile, “yes, you do.” The Alpha presses their mouths together and Stiles is surprised by the softness. The tender way Theo caresses his mouth with his own. Sliding their tongues together like the chimera’s wanting to savor the taste of something he’s always wanted. Then again, Theo just declared Stiles his from a simple request to be spanked. Clearly the human wasn’t the only one with consistent feelings.

Air gets stuck in his throat, Theo lifting him by his thighs and wrapping his legs around him. The chimera walks through his house, sitting down, letting the human straddle his lap. Hands grips his waist, tongue making Stiles dizzy. He’s unabashedly moaning into the Alpha’s mouth, trying to grind for friction. And for the first time, Theo acquiesced his request. Hand cracking down on the human’s ass that even through his jeans stings.

Stiles hisses, fingers in his hair yanking him back to look at blazing rubies. “Patience,” Theo chastises, “you came here for a reason. And I intend to give it to you,” the chimera manhandles him until Stiles is laying over his lap. Cheek pushed into the couch cushion and his erection digging into the Alpha’s thigh. Theo rubs his ass, toying with him until smacking him through his pants again.

He must be using some of his super strength, because again, through the thick fabric his butt flares with pain. But it’s so fucking good that Stiles moans, arching his back for the chimera to do it again. And he does. Harder this time on the other side, making the human jolt.

“If you can’t stay still,” Theo holds him down by the back of his neck, “I’ll stop.”

“Please don’t,” the human tries his best not to squirm. But the stinging of his ass and the pressure on his dick is making it really fucking hard to do so. “I-I’ll be good, I promise.”

The Alpha sucks his teeth, “I know you will, sweetheart.” Theo reaches under them to unbutton Stiles’ pants, pulling them down to his knees. “You’re always good for me, Stiles,” the chimera says, no warning before his palm swats both cheeks in quick succession. Staving the burn with gentle rubs to his ass.

See? This. This right here is why he knew coming to Theo would be the best choice for this. Whether he’d be staying with the chimera or not. Stiles is the chimera’s favorite book. Well worn with years worth of reading. The back of his hand is probably less understandable to the Alpha than the human. Stiles doesn’t need to say anything for Theo to know exactly what he wants. He even spanks Stiles’ sit spots, eliciting a delicious burn.

Another slap to each side, harder than the last, has tears prickling the human’s eyes and he whimpers. “You okay?” Theo checks in, sweetly stroking his warm ass.

Stiles turns his head to the other side to see the chimera, eyes glassy with tears. “Absolutely,” he croaks, huffing his breaths. He’s starting to tremble a little, but his dick has leaked through his boxers, so the human couldn’t care less. This is exactly what he was wanting. Craving.

The Alpha chuckles darkly, tugging his boxers down to his pants. “Think you can handle ten more without me holding back?” Theo asks, fingers tickling the searing flesh, growling at the goosebumps that spread. Stiles is certain his eyes cross from the thought alone, nodding wildly. “I want you to count them,” the Alpha states, “if you fuck up, I will start over. Understand?” The human nods again, pretty sure he grunts an actual response. “Say red if it gets to be too much,” Theo says softly, giving Stiles a safeword if he really can’t handle it like his stubborn ass thinks he can.

Theo, keeping his word, doesn’t hold back. His hand comes down really fucking hard. The spanking he’s already been through nothing compared to this. His already red ass now bare to the assault. “One,” Stiles gasps, spots dancing in his vision. Another follows. “T-two,” tears spill down his cheeks. It’s too much and somehow not enough. Stiles doesn’t have a single proper thought circling his head right now.

The Alpha spanks him again, closer to his thighs and grazing the human’s balls when he does it.

Stiles keens, jolting forward from the sensation. He forgot what number he was on, so blinded by the stinging of his lower half. “Four,” he gasps, guessing more than anything and really hoping he’s right.

“This-” Theo spanks him, really fucking hard, “is four,” the chimera scolds. “Start over,” the Alpha says. A slick finger slips inside his ass and the human groans, the feeling better than anything else.

Stiles whines, squirming in his lap. He can do this. He just has to focus. “Shit,” he cries out, “one,” his ass burning. “Two,” he rasps, tears staining his face. If he had less decency, he’d chuckle at the irony of Theo having added a second finger at the same time. Two more to either side in quick succession and Stiles’ eyes roll back to his skull, “three, f-four.”

“Keep going,” the Alpha coos, slapping his thighs twice. Twisting and spreading his fingers, Theo spits down his crack, lubing himself up enough to add a third.

“Five, six,” the human wails, no longer caring about how loud he might be. It hurts like a mother fucker, there’s no denying that. But if you ask his gremlin brain or his weeping cock, it’s the best thing in the world. He’s already anticipating healing from this and getting to have another go. “Seven, fuck!”

“You have your safeword,” the chimera reminds him, hand landing against his trail of drool. “Use it if you need to,” Theo rams right into the bundle of nerves deep inside him.

Stiles doesn’t even know what fucking happens, “eight,” being moaned from his lips, the Alpha’s pants soaking with his release.

“Fuck,” Theo snarls, “you’re just too fucking perfect, aren’t you? Come on, babe, I really need to fuck you. You’re almost there,” the Alpha’s cock presses against his stomach.

He can’t fucking think straight. Theo takes his fingers out, using that hand to spank him the final two times. “Nine,” Stiles sobs, “t-ten,” the wetness of the Alpha’s fingers making the pain all that much worse.

Before he even knows it, Theo’s off the couch, pulling his hips up, “you did so good, Stiles, fucking amazing. Just perfect.” He places a kiss on either side of the human’s throbbing ass before leaning back. “Now, your reward,” the Alpha rumbles in his chest, thrusting his cock deep. “Remember the safeword, sweetheart?”

“R-red,” he moans, pushing back against the chimera. His ass is on fire and the feeling of Theo’s warm thighs against the abused flesh is a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. He fucking loves it. Needs so much more of it.

“That’s right,” Theo praises, pulling out only to slam back in. “Don’t be afraid to use it,” he does it again, “I intend to wreck you.”

Blissfully, Stiles moans, “do it.”

Theo chuckles and does just that.

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