bakerstreet | mid-week sexting

[Stiles' response comes about five or so minutes later.]

you're lucky there's no class in here today.

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also, you're fucking evil.

Am I? I didn't realize just how evil I was. You don't know the things I plan to do to you when you get out of school.

yeah. you're plain evil. interrupting my a-grade education here.

oh yeah? you coming over tonight? dad's on night shift.

just what are you planning to do?

Your focus wasn't on the education and we both know it.

[Stiles doesn't get a response for another couple of minutes. He does, however, get an audio file of something that sounds like rustling sheets.]

Use your imagination, Stiles.

dude if you're jerking it right now i wanna see.

are you gonna come in my window and fuck me into the mattress like you did the first time?

Since you asked so nicely.

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Oh, I plan to come through your window and do a bit more than fuck you into the mattress, Stiles.

jesus fucking christ.

[Stiles had already played the clip about fifteen times before he even responded.]

i want you so bad. my dad leaves at five. be there one minute after.

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look what you do to me.

Oh, you are being naughty. Perhaps I should do something about that as well.

[He's teasing but he's not above doling out punishment and Stiles knows it.]

Don't worry, Stiles, I'll be there soon enough. Or maybe I'll be waiting naked in your bed.

yeah? gonna punish me?

my dad will still be home though...i mean not for long, but he'll be there.

[And he thinks that, yeah, that was Peter's point.]

Oh yes. I plan to bend you over and spank you, Stiles. Make it hard for you to sit for two reasons instead of one.

[The second part has him laughing not that Stiles can hear it.]

I know that he will be. So I'll be waiting for you, naked in your bed when you get home.

[Panic rises in Stiles at those texts. He's already getting hard again at the thought of being spanked by Peter, of almost being caught, too.

He waits until he's back in his seat in class to respond.]

but what if he hears us? what if he hears you spanking me?

[And it wasn't like Stiles was saying no.]

You'll just have to tell him that you're watching porn, won't you? He does, after all, know that you watch it.

you're fucking nuts. nuts. he's gonna know it's my moans. if i moan. not saying i'll like it.

[There's a pause and Stiles' cock is pressing against his thigh in his jeans again and he hates how Peter can pull him in.]

gonna spank my cheeks red and then fuck me senseless, huh? if my dad hears that's it. we're both done. you better keep me quiet.

That, I believe, are what gags are for. Or maybe while I'm spanking you I'll be keeping that mouth of yours occupied with my cock.

[He may or may not be teasing.]

I'm going to spank you hard enough that you can barely sit comfortably. Then I'm going to fuck you senseless. You'll be feeling it for days.

peter you can't do this to me while i'm in class. i could cum again if i touch myself just once. jesus.

these are gonna be the longest fifteen minutes of my life. you on your way?

you better keep me gagged.

Then don't touch yourself, pup.

[We're sure that Stiles can hear the amusement in the tone alone.]

I plan to keep you gagged. As for being on my way, I'll be there before you will.

it's hard not to when you got me like this. you know what you do to me you bastard. you call me pup cause you know it makes me weak.

[And it did. He was Peter's obedient little pup and he fucking loved it.]

i'll be there in like thirty. don't let dad see you.

I do believe that you were given an order, pup. Don't disobey me now.

[Oh, the wolf knew exactly what it did to the boy and loved every moment of it.]

Trust me, your father won't be seeing a thing.

Saying 'hey' to his dad and keeping himself cool while he knew Peter was in his bedroom upstairs proved to be easier than Stiles thought it would be. He wasn't hard anymore, tried to think of anything and everything that would make him lose his arousal before he walked in the front door and thankfully it worked. The Sheriff and Stiles exchanged their usual back and forth that happened whenever Stiles got home from school - how he wouldn't be home until the early morning, he thanked Stiles for the meal he already packed him (that he would throw out in favor of something greasy), and how school was going. Stiles worked through the conversation quickly, his cheeks flushing already thinking of what was waiting for him upstairs.

He checked the time on his phone as he headed up stairs. He had fifteen minutes give or take until his dad was usually out the door. That was fifteen minutes alone with Peter, supposedly already naked and waiting for him. Why the hell did he let the wolf get him in to shit like this? He hadn't been spanked in...ever. Or at least it was in such early childhood that he couldn't remember. Yet here he was walking to the gallows excited about Peter punishing him.

Well, it would give him plenty to talk to his therapist about whenever he decided that, yeah, maybe he needed to invest in mental health.

He cracks open his door and steps in, shutting it behind him and locking it quickly, a bit of a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Uh, hey, you made it."

Peter heard every word that Stiles spoke to his father. Laid back naked in the bed as he listened, amused by the fact that John didn't even know he was there. Then again, that was the whole point wasn't it? To not know that he was even there. For him to stay as quiet as possible. Moving a bit, he sits up and waits in the bed for Stiles to come in. Listening to every foot fall as the boy came up the stairs.

"Of course I made it, pup. Now I believe we have some things to take care of. Don't we?"

There Peter was in all his beautiful, naked glory. A man as crafty and manipulative as him shouldn't be able to look so damn alluring, but he does somehow. With the texts from earlier playing in his mind and the man in front of him it's all Stiles can do to get undressed quickly. Within moments he's naked too, cock already growing in length as he clears his throat.

"Yeah, you threatened your pup with some punishment."

Stiles kept his voice low, still nervous even with his dad in the kitchen downstairs. Normally it'd be far enough away not to hear, but the boy didn't trust it.

"Let's see it," Stiles challenged, stepping forward. "Let's see if the big, bad wolf can actually be bad."

"I didn't threaten anything, pup. It was more of a statement of what was going to happen."

There's a bit of a smirk out of the wolf because he can tell how nervous the boy was. Smell the chemosignals in the air. Something that he found amusing because it's not like anyone could stop what was going to happen. So Stiles would hear a low growl out of the wolf even as he grabs the human's wrist, pulling him close.

"I've brought a few toys as well."

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