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Stiles knew just how to rile Theo up. It took years of poking and prodding and toeing lines for him to know his mate that well. And, usually, it paid off and he got what he wanted. Every once in a while, he was bound to take things too far. This was one of those times.
They haven’t had sex in at least a week due to some supernatural shenanigans. The words ‘sexually frustrated’ didn’t even begin to cover what Stiles was feeling. It was driving him up the fucking wall. All of that excess energy had to go somewhere… or to someone.
It started with small things: Stiles letting Theo’s betas scent mark him more, not staying in bed for their typical snuggles in the morning, and constantly telling his alpha ‘no’ or not making a decision at all. Those small things piled higher and higher and suddenly, was a rather large, hard-to-miss thing. That last one, in particular, was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Not that Theo minded Stiles telling him no. He was quite aware of who he chose as his mate. Stiles was smart, stubborn, and loved to argue; almost as much as he loved Theo. Because of that, the alpha was used to bickering. The only rule was that Stiles had to give him reasons why he said no or why he refused to make a decision. Not following that rule was the perfect, final touch.
About three days into Stiles’ desperate attempt to rile up his mate, it came to a head. The night was perfectly normal; the two of them lazily sprawled out on their couch, watching some terrible reality show that they were much too infested in when Theo asked which take-out place to get dinner from.
“I don’t care,” Stiles said, eyes not moving from the drama-filled scene coming from the television.
“Wanna try that again?”
With his breath caught in his throat at the tone, Stiles’ attention snapped to the chimera next to him. Theo was still staring at the take-out app on his phone, face blank, but there was no mistaking that tone—the tone. “I said that I don’t care. Do I need to schedule you a hearing appointment or something?”
“No,” Theo said, locking his phone and putting it on the side table before turning to his mate. “What I need is for you to stop acting like a little piece of shit.”
This was the time for Stiles to start toeing the line between a truth and a lie. After many years of being in a pack of supernatural creatures, he knew the line well. What would make his heart skip and what wouldn’t. Stiles was too giddy off of being close to what he wanted that he forgot about that line—and that was a grave mistake. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been acting perfectly normal,” he lied, right through his teeth.
Theo’s jaw clenched and one of his eyebrows twitched up as he stared at Stiles, who instantly knew he fucked up and that the lie was heard, but that didn’t stop the heat pooling in his groin. As quick as it came, Theo’s slightly ticked-off face turned neutral once again. “Perfectly normal, huh? Is that why you’ve been such a brat lately?”
Stiles didn’t say anything; he realized that he didn’t need to answer.
“If you wanted my dick that bad,” Theo said as he stood up to loom over Stiles, making him look up, “you could’ve asked me for it.”
“You were busy,” Stiles said, feeling like a nervous prey animal about to be caught by a hungry wolf.
“I’m not busy now. Go on, ask me for it, princess.”
He was about to obey the command—it was definitely a command with the use of his pet name—but he saw that mean little smile and hard eyes on Theo’s face. It was a hint of what was coming if he didn’t obey. And, fuck, he wanted it; needed it; craved it. “Why would I ask for something that I don’t need?” Another lie.
“Oh, princess,” Theo breathed out as his mean little smile morphed into a feral smirk. “You’re gonna regret that one.”
With the last brave bone in Stiles’ body, while staring down a predator, he said, “Make me.”
A flash of ruby red and a snarl was the only warning Stiles had before he was hauled up by one clawed hand around his neck and the other fisting the longest part of his bangs. The whine he made never left his throat, stopped by the pressure. Unable to catch his footing, he stumbled with the sure, broad steps Theo was making towards their bedroom.
When he was thrown on the massive bed, he tried scrambling away, only to be stopped with hands curled around both of his ankles. “T-Theo, hold on,” he said breathlessly as his adrenaline started to quickly rise.
“That’s not my name right now, princess,” Theo said before yanking his mate to the edge of the bed.
Stiles' mouth was suddenly dry and he thickly swallowed as he tried not to tremble in anticipation. He knew the honorific Theo wanted: Daddy. He wasn’t going to get it just yet. “Okay,” he wetted his lips. “Whatever you say, Theodore.”
“Think you can play me like that?” Theo asked, lovingly stroking one of Stiles’ cheeks and Stiles would know that fake touch anywhere; it meant that he was beyond fucked. “That’s fine. I know how to play you too.”
That didn’t matter to Stiles; he was about to get what he wanted. In fact, he was face to face with it and Theo’s gray sweats did nothing to hide it.
Crossing his arms, Theo stepped back enough to be outside of arm’s reach, and said, “Get undressed and stand next to the bed.”
Originally, Stiles was planning on being a brat until the very end. But the command was to get naked. And naked meant sex. Without another thought, he stood up and quickly stripped. It took him no time at all, thanking past him for only wearing sweatpants and a tee shirt. Then, he looked up.
There was something about the way that Theo remained perfectly clothed while Stiles was completely naked that made his painfully hard cock bob helplessly between them. The movement made Theo’s gaze flicker down and Stiles followed it. His cock certainly looked helpless; the head was tinted pink and wet with pre-cum that smeared in his pants. Another twitch, and a bead of pre-cum that was forming dropped to the floor between his legs.
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already this worked up.”
Stiles’ neck snapped back up at the words. Embarrassment and shame prickled his face as he nodded dumbly although it was a statement and not a question. The shame only grew as a small part of his brain reminded him that if he wasn’t such a brat, then Daddy would be fucking him right now instead of standing much too far away. And, oh fuck, that was the lesson he was going to learn today, he realized, needy whimper bubbling up in his chest.
The whimper had no effect on Theo; in fact, it made him bark a mean laugh before he turned to rummage around the dresser next to him. He pulled out a black and silver collar—Stiles’ collar—and then sat in the loveseat, located in the corner of their room, legs spread wide. “Crawl to Daddy,” he said while beckoning one finger.
Stiles took a step forward.
“No, princess. I said crawl. Unless you don’t want your collar?” Theo asked, ever so nicely, twirling the leather and metal object between his fingers. It was a dirty trick the alpha used many times. Stiles’ collar buckled around his neck was the easiest way to get him to fall into subspace and he was already teetering on the edge of it.
With a loud thud, he dropped his knees to the wooden floor, not caring about the bruises that were sure to form—he would have a lot more of them soon. When he also placed his palms on the floor, he looked down at them. Or, more specifically, looked away from Theo. He then crawled across the room, trying not to move too fast or too slow.
Eventually, he found himself kneeling between Theo’s legs, Stiles looked up and saw Theo checking the straps and padding of the collar. His heart dropped at the sight of Daddy still caring about him being comfortable even though he was bad. Parting his lips, he almost whispered an apology but Theo was already wrapping his collar around his neck.
“There’s my pretty little princess,” Theo cooed as he finished securing the collar and leaning back on the loveseat’s frame again.
“Hi Daddy,” Stiles said back, voice coming out smaller than he intended.
“I’m not gonna go easy on you just because you’re addressing me properly now.”
Stiles gave a dazed smile as he rested his head on Theo’s outstretched palm and relaxed into it. The cool touch of his collar against him caused his body to break out in sensitive goose-bumps. “I’m aware.”
Theo pinched the cheek in his hand, returning the smile, before saying, “Get into my lap.”
In a flash, Stiles obeyed, straddling his mate’s waist. His cock rubbed against the bottom of Theo’s shirt and he had to physically stop himself from grinding against that friction. He was one hundred perfect certain that if he acted out again tonight then he wouldn’t get fucked for weeks as a punishment. That was the last thing he wanted.
With a deep, rumbling chuckle, Theo said, “Cute. But not what I wanted. You’re getting spanked so… I’m sure you’re aware of the position you need to get in.”
Stiles’ eyes widened at learning what his punishment was; it’d been a while since they used that one. Obeying, he rearranged himself into the position that Theo liked spanking him in: sprawled over his lap, ass up, and exposed dick hanging over his alpha’s still covered crotch.
“Count them,” Theo said once Stiles was settled. Then, it began. The first spank didn’t hurt at all—just skin on skin without any power behind it—and that was how Theo liked to start out. Soft and gentle; only to end the punishment with slaps that had a hint of his supernatural strength.
Stiles closed his eyes, hanging his head. “One.”
The next couple came rapidly on the same cheek and stung like a bitch. Fuck, he wasn’t building up to it today. Theo really was pissed.
“Two. Three,” Stiles gasped out, thighs and forearms starting to tremble from struggling to not move away from the strikes. When Theo kneaded the flesh there, Stiles whined and tried to stop the sound by biting his lower lip.
Theo moved his hand to the other cheek and grabbed it harshly, blunt fingernails digging in half-moons. “None of that, princess. I wanna hear you.”
Another two firm spanks rained down on that cheek and Stiles counted them out loud with a high-pitched, needy moan. It continued like that until his entire ass and upper thighs were numb. Throughout the whole time, Stiles was being good and kept counting. There was no way he was counting correctly either, he realized hazily. But Daddy wasn’t correcting him or making him start over, so it must’ve been fine.
Only once the spankings were over with, Stiles felt the salty residue of tears around his eyes; a sign he’d been crying. His mate was rubbing his lower back and talking in a soothing voice. Wait—Stiles needed to listen!
“What’re you gonna do if you need my dick in you from now on?”
Stiles let out a broken sigh of relief because he didn’t miss the important question. “Ask you.”
“That’s right. Good boy. Now, I want you to get on the bed, close to the edge—face down, ass up, and legs spread.”
Fueled by the praise, Stiles obeyed, more than ready to have Theo fuck him. His sore, surely already bruising ass was high in the air, feet were hanging off the edge, while his arms, torso, and knees were sinking into the mattress. Although he felt slightly embarrassed for being so needy and slutty, it was overpowered by the sheer, overwhelming hunger he had. And he was so, so close to getting fucked that he could almost taste it. Distantly, he heard Theo make his way over to him, opening a cap of what could only be lube.
“Want my fingers?” Theo said from above Stiles.
“Need them,” he said, peeking out from where he shoved his face in the bend of his arm.
Eyes starting to bleed alpha red as Theo messily poured the lube over his fingers, he ordered: “Beg.”
“Please.” Stiles whined at the sight and arched his back more, “Finger me, Daddy.”
Theo’s groan tapered off into a growl, tossing the bottle to the bed before reaching his hand behind Stiles—where he couldn’t see from the angle. He could feel him though, the heat radiating from his punishment becoming even hotter as the hand reached his hole.
A slick fingertip circling and teasing Stiles’ rim made him suck in a breath between his clenched teeth. There was a complaint on the tip of his tongue but he didn’t let it out. He was being played with and he deserved it. Not back-talking paid off seconds later as the finger gradually sunk into him.
Once it was buried down to the knuckle, Theo let out an amused huff. “You must really need my cock, princess. You’re not mouthy or fucking yourself back on my finger like you normally do.”
Stiles nodded and screwed his eyes shut as Theo’s finger started gently moving in and out of him. One quickly turned into two, which turned into three, making Stiles tremble. Three broad fingers were scissoring impatiently, almost viciously, but yet they still kept missing his prostate. Just as Stiles had that thought, a fingertip brushed against that bundle of nerves. “Oh fu—”
“You thought I forgot all about it, didn’t you? Just like I forgot about my princess’s useless cock.”
Until it was mentioned, Stiles also forgot all about his dick—somehow still hard—that was currently leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. He wondered how long it’d been hard leading up to this point but was quickly distracted. Hearing a soft hiss from above, Stiles snapped his eyes back open and he watched as Theo used his other hand to fish out his hard cock from the hole in his pants. “I-I’m prepped enough,” Stiles rushed the words out, unable to stop himself once his eyes were on the prize. “Please fuck me. Daddy, please.”
Cock now completely out, Theo used the same hand to sharply tug Stiles up by the metal hook of his collar on the nape of his neck. It made his back bow and his air supply vanish. “Earlier you told me that you didn’t need it. Which one is it, princess?”
The cold voice paired with skilled fingers still massaging the inside of him made the last of Stiles’ pride crumble. “I’m sorry for lying! I need it! Daddy, please!” Stiles screamed, using up all of the breath that was left in his lungs.
Victoriously smirking, Theo let go and Stiles fell back onto the mattress with a huge gulp of air. In the same, fluid motion, Theo yanked his fingers out of Stiles and brutally shoved his dick into the well stretched and lubed hole, all the way down to the base.
Without enough air to truly make noise, Stiles let out a wordless scream, blissfully full of Daddy’s cock at last.
Theo stayed still as he brushed his fingers around the globes in front of him. “You look so good like this, princess. Why you gotta be so bratty sometimes? You know how much Daddy loves spoiling you.”
Lungs finally filled with air again, Stiles nodded with a wrecked sob, salty tears streaking down his face again. He did know Daddy loved treating him like a princess. He also knew how upset he made Daddy—and that made him feel more pain than any physical punishment ever could. “I—” he hiccuped. “I’m sorry.”
Theo gripped Stiles’ hips possessively. “I know you are,” he said, grinding into Stiles in little tight circles, right against his prostate.
Mouth opening in both surprise and pleasure, Stiles let out a throaty moan. He already felt his orgasm quickly approaching. “Close—ah, Daddy, I’m close.” Stiles was damn near babbling in his haste to warn his mate.
“You’re Daddy’s good boy now, aren’t you?” Theo asked, satisfaction dripping from his mouth.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Say it.”
“Good boy. I’m your good boy,” Stiles gasped out, voice growing more hoarse with every breath. “Please.”
Groaning at the begging, Theo began grinding harder and with more accuracy. “No more brat business, got it?”
Stiles nodded desperately, unable to speak through his cascading moans. His dom could’ve asked anything of him that moment and he would agree to it.
“Wanna cum, princess?”
“Yes—yes, holy shit, please. Daddy, please.”
“Tell me thank you and you can cum.”
Voice so broken he could barely make out what he was saying, Stiles chanted out the requested words and loudly sobbed when his orgasm finally hit him. His toes and fingers curled helplessly, whole body twitching, as his untouched dick pumped strings of cum all over himself and the sheets under him.
“Fuck.” Theo chuckled breathlessly. “I love watching you cum on my cock like that,” he said and began to truly start thrusting into Stiles’ ass.
Nowhere near recovered from his mind-blowing orgasm, Stiles gasped and then whimpered at the over-stimulation. Mindlessly, he clutched onto the dark sheets. He was just going along for the ride at this point.
“I’m not done with you yet, princess,” Theo said as he pushed more of his body weight down on Stiles and gained speed. The snapping of his hips only made the pain from Stiles’ spankings blossom again and again, over and over.
Slightly sniffling, Stiles nuzzled his head against the bed, trying to wipe off the tears that were starting to dry. He was on cloud nine right now while being fucked deep and hard by his mate. There was nowhere else he’d rather be than underneath him.
Theo cursed behind him, breaking off any internal monologue. “You always feel so fucking good around me,” he said, slowing down as if he was savoring the moment. “If you weren’t being bratty I could’ve had my dick in you sooner.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” Stiles groaned. The change of pace made the fire of arousal in his groin start back up again even though he just came.
With an answering groan, Theo said, “My princess is always so sweet when he’s getting what he wants.”
Unable to deny it, Stiles nodded the best he could from his position. He met Theo’s thrusts with aborted little hip movements until the grip on his hips tightened to a bruising hold. His next moan tapered off into a whine because he wanted more; needed more; craved more.
“I really shouldn’t indulge such misbehaving but—fuck, that’s it—I love putting you in your place,” Theo said, his pace becoming sloppy. “I’m gonna cum soon.”
“Me too,” His hole tightened around Theo at the knowledge. “Choke me, please Daddy?”
“How could I refuse that when you’re asking so nicely?” One of his hands grabbed the back of Stiles’ left bicep while the other grabbed his collar and he was hauled up like that until he was up against Theo’s still-clothed chest, arms completely useless.
Stiles let out a strangled gasp from being startled. He certainly wasn’t expecting that; nonetheless, his eyes rolled back in their sockets as the steady loss of oxygen made his head grow fuzzier. Behind him, Theo was thrusting faster to chase after his own orgasm. His hand holding Stiles’ arm moved in favor of wrapping around Stiles’ erection. After only a few tugs and thrusts, Stiles screamed harshly, cumming all over Theo’s skillful fingers.
Theo growled out a warning that sounded like Stiles’ pet name before slamming in as deep as he could, spraying the walls with his thick load. As he was coming down from his high, he wrapped his arms around Stiles’ chest, freeing his neck and allowing him to slump.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Stiles murmured, eyes drooping, suddenly boneless and tired.
“You’re welcome, princess. You okay?”
Stiles nodded against Theo’s sweaty neck. “Tired.”
“I bet.”