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Santa Daddy

Summary:

It’s that wonderful time of year, that time of year when Stiles Stilinski-Hale comes home to find that being on Santa’s naughty list isn’t such a bad thing after all.

Notes:

I know I promised a smutty version of the garage scene, but this idea popped into my head and I just had to write it.

I hope you like it anyway.

Merry Christmas from your secret Santa

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It was a chilly Christmas Eve in the town of Beacon Hills, merriment and cheer could be felt all through the town as one Stiles Stilinski-Hale drove past rows and rows of homes draped in bright and colorful Christmas lights and decorations. Stiles wore a soft smile on his face as he started his holiday playlist on Spotify and the familiar tune of “Santa Baby” filled the jeep.

 

Humming alone with the song, Stiles couldn’t keep himself from wondering what his husband had up his sleeve this year. 

 

It had taken less than a week of dating for Peter Hale had figured out the Sheriff’s son had the hots for jolly ol’ St. Nick, and ever since then Peter would do something around Christmas time to help Stiles to live out that particular fantasy.

 

Most of the time it involved getting Chris Argent (their favorite third to invite into their bedroom) to dress up as Santa Claus and stuff Stiles’ stocking; sometimes it would involve Christmas themed sex toys, sometimes it would involve Peter dressing up as Santa and Stiles being his naughty little elf.

 

Stiles could feel his 7 inch cock stiffening in his jeans as he thought about last Christmas, when Argent and Hale had dressed up in matching Santa hats and red and black jockstraps.

 

XxX

 

“We’re Santa’s not so little helpers.” Peter said with a seductive smirk on his face as he and Chris pulled a stunned 24 year old twink into the master bedroom.

 

“You’ve been such a good boy this year, Santa felt that his finest helpers should come and really fill you with the Christmas spirit” Argent explained while he and the blue eyed Alpha helped Stiles out of his clothes while groping him. “Now, what do you say?” He asked while Peter began kissing along Stiles’ jawline and down his neck.

 

A low moan escaped Stiles’ soft pink lips as he melted into his lovers’ touch. “Merry Christmas.” His voice was heavy with arousal as he surrendered himself to the blue eyed hunter and wolf.

 

“Good boy.” Argent said before capturing Stiles’ lips in a fiery kiss.

 

XxX

 

The whiskey eyed twink was hard as stone by the time the last song on the holiday playlist came to an end and he pulled into the driveway of the rebuilt Hale house where he and Peter lived.

 

“God, I can’t wait to see what he has planned this year.” Stiles muttered to himself as he got out of the jeep and quickly made his way to the front door. The brunette twink wore an eager little smile as he walked inside, whispering an incantation to make himself completely ready for Peter. 

 

The lights were dimmed down low, causing the Christmas lights on the tree to reflect even more vibrantly off the other decorations. The sound of Ariana Grande’s cover of “Santa Baby” could be heard coming from the bedroom.

 

Stiles was positively buzzing with excitement, nearly tripping over himself as he stripped out of his clothing while making his way to the home’s master bedroom where he would be greeted by one of Peter’s sexiest attempts yet.

Standing there in the middle of the spacious bedroom; in all his glory, was Peter Hale. He stood tall and proud, wearing nothing but a smile on his face and an eye-catching Santa hat… but the hat wasn’t on his head.

 

No, this hat was much lower; this hat was the only piece of clothing that kept the werewolf from being completely nude. With Peter’s impressive 12 inch cock and full balls stuffed into the garment, the older male didn’t have any trouble keeping it from falling down.

 

“Ho ho ho.” Peter greeted his husband with a seductive lull to his tone, smirking to himself upon smelling the arousal and desire radiating off of Stiles.

 

“Merry Christmas, Santa Daddy.” Stiles said back, before striding over to his husband, pulling him into a deep and fiery kiss; moaning softly when Peter’s tongue invaded his mouth and his slick hole was penetrated by Peter’s middle and index fingers. He could taste the hint of peppermint as he suckled on Peter’s tongue while melting as the werewolf hunk began moving his fingers.

 

The 43 year old hunk moaned with pride as he lifted the 25 year old beauty off the floor while continuing to work his fingers in and out of the younger male’s tight hole. “So fucking perfect.”

 

“All for you, Daddy.” Stiles whispered through his moans, moaning even louder when he felt his husband’s skilled fingers brushing over his prostate. “Oh fuucckk!” He whined, eager for more. “Santa, please let me suck on your cock” He begged, his whiskey eyes meeting Peter’s blue eyes.

 

Peter smirked before putting his husband down on their Alaskan king bed. “On your hands and knees.” Peter’s smirk grew into a grin when he saw how quickly Stiles submitted to his command. Taking the hate from his genitals and placing it, Peter took hold of his uncut, half hard cock and rubbed the head on his love’s soft pink lips. “Mmm now be a good boy and open wide for Santa’s candy cane.”

 

Once again, Stiles was more than happy to obey; both men were moaning in tandem as the werewolf slowly slid his cock down the witch’s throat, not stopping until Stiles’ nose was buried in his perfectly trimmed bush. 

 

Stiles immediately got to work on pleasuring his husband. He was a determined little bottom, and he was going to give his husband the best blowjob of the year. Forcing himself to slow down, the magical and sexy twink suckled on Daddy’s length as he pulled back from the base to the tip, savouring the sweet taste of the huge sex organ.

 

Hale’s head fell back as he let out a harsh moan of ecstasy and he took hold of the younger male’s soft dark hair, loving the way his tongue danced around the tip of his uncut dick; especially when Stiles’ skilled tongue moved over his piss slit.

 

Stilinski-Hale couldn’t keep himself from moaning like a needy little whore when the older male’s delicious precum hit his tongue. 

 

“Okay baby. you’re gonna need you to stop teasing me.” As soon as the words left the athletically built supernatural stud’s mouth, he felt Stiles seal his lips around his huge cock once, slowly working his way down the shaft. ”Mmm… that’s a good boy, fucking take it all.” He purred with a voice full of lust before thrusting into the younger male’s mouth.

 

Stiles could be considered a professional cocksucker and lived up to it by making short work of the throbbing member in his mouth as he bobbed his head while swirling his tongue. Meeting Peter’s thrusts, loudly slurping and gagging as he continued to take his lover down his throat, managing to bury his nose in the Alpha’s neatly trimmed bush, inhaling the musky scent of his husband’s sweat that had built up from wearing the hat for so long.

 

Licking and sucking on his middle finger, The Alpha made sure to get the digit good and wet before he leaned over his pale-skinned lover and started to slowly tease his spit-slick digit over the boy’s pretty pink hole.

 

Feeling the blue eyed hunk’s wet middle finger on his needy little hole, Stilinski-Hale couldn’t keep himself from moaning around the behemoth of a cock like a desperate bitch in heat; moans that were only elevated when Peter’s finger slowly made its way back into his tight entrance.

 

“That’s it baby, moan for Daddy.” The naturally born werewolf said under a deep moan of his own, he’d never had anyone suck his dick the way Stiles sucked him off, and he was loving every second of it. After adding another finger into Stiles’ tight little hole, Peter scissored his fingers as he worked the digits in and out of his beautiful husband.

 

A muffled moan escaped the magical twink’s lips, sending a wave of pleasurable vibrations through Hale’s engorged manhood when he felt the older male’s talented fingers graze his prostate again. Pulling back for air, Stiles panted breathlessly with a wild grin on his face, and strings of saliva going from his bottom lip to the head of Peter’s erection. “Daddy, your cock tastes so good.” Stiles said with a lustful grin on his face as he looked up at the older male.

 

Peter grinned and stood up straight, making the pale twink whimper at the loss of the fingers in his hole. After pulling Stiles up into another heated make-out session, Hale smacked his husband’s plump rear end “I think it’s time for Santa to stuff your stocking.” Peter’s voice was low and sensual as he looked at his amazing lover with his signature smirk before putting him back on all fours..

 

Quickly taking his place behind his husband, and lubing up his cock by rubbing on Stiles’s magically slick pucker. “Hope you’re ready baby.” Peter said with a wicked smirk as he worked himself into the 25 year old’s tiny little asshole. “Fuck!” He belted out with a loud moan once he was fully inside of Stiles.

 

True pleasure was written all over Stiles’ face, and his grip on the bed sheets was so tight his knuckles were turning white, He let out several loud and drawn-out moans feeling the werewolf inside of him; in all his years of sleeping with men, none ever truly filled him up like Peter Hale did.

 

The only men out of the witchy slut’s lovers that ever came close to matching his husband were Chris Argent and the leader of a coven of witches from two towns away.

 

The brunette Alpha wore a proud grin on his face as he slid  his 12 inches in and out of Stiles’ ass. He felt his heavy balls lightly tapping against the witch’s firm buttocks while thrusting back and forth, building up his rhythm.

 

Stiles looked over his shoulder at his husband with a look of brewing ecstasy on his face. “Oh God! Daddy, you’re so fucking big!” The young twink belted out as he rocked back to meet the older man’s thrusts.

 

“Yeah and it’s all for you baby, gonna leave this pink little hole gaping.” Peter said with a low moan once he was fully inside of the magical bottom. Seeing his iPhone on the edge of the bed, a mischievous grin crossed The Alpha’s face as leaned over his moaning husband. “Wanna make this even better?”

 

“H-how Daddy?” Stiles asked under a breathy moan as he continued to rock back on the older male’s behemoth of a cock. The young witch was in heaven and just leaking precum all over the sheets; he loved the feeling of his werewolf lover stuffing him full.

 

“Let’s make a little video.” Peter purred in Stiles’ ear as he kept pumping his cock into the witchy bottom’s tight hole.

 

Hearing The Alpha’s suggestion and feeling his warm breath against his skin served to amplify the witch’s arousal more than ever. “Oh god, yes!” Stiles cried out in a fit of ecstasy; unable to stop himself from rocking back even more, fucking himself on the husband’s monster cock.

 

“That’s the fucking spirit!” Peter belted out, pleasure written all over his now wolfed out face as he started recording his beast of a cock disappearing into Stiles’ tight little hole. “That hole’s hungry for Daddy’s dick, isn’t it boy?” He asked with a cocky grin on his face while picking up the pace of his thrusts.

 

“It’s starving, Daddy! Fucking starving!” Stiles managed to get out through a series of loud and shameless moans. The magical twink was in a state of sexual ecstasy as he felt the Alpha werewolf picking up in speed, the flowers on the dresser started popping in response to his magic, “Feels so fucking good!” The 25 year-old bottom cried out in a pleasure-filled wail as he leaked precum onto the comforter.

 

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh mixing with their moans and groans and the footage of his massive cock sliding in and out of Stiles’s tiny, silky smooth hole, only served to turn Peter on even more and he grabbed a handful of Stiles’s dark brown hair. “Damn right it does.” He said with a low growl as he started pounding Stiles like a wild animal, with the ferocity of a pissed-off bull in heat.

 

Stilinski-Hale let out a submissive whine when Hale yanked on his hair and really started drilling his hole with the power of a locomotive engine. “Fuuuuck… meeee… Daaaddyyy!” He mewled through deep, panting breaths. His body quivering while his tight hole was ravaged.

 

Peter smirked and turned the camera on himself, showing his smug wolfy expression. “That’s it, baby.” He said in a low, dominating tone. “Take Daddy’s dick in your slutty little cunt.” Peter grunted out; flipping the camera back around, he filmed himself giving Stiles’ pale ass cheek a firm open-palmed slap.

 

“Fuck!” Stiles cried out in ecstasy, The Alpha’s animalistic thrusts were driving him closer and closer to the edge of orgasmic bliss. “Daddy! I’m gonna cum!” He whined when he felt his climax fast approaching.

 

“Come on baby, cum for Daddy.” Peter huffed out, his thrusts had become rougher than ever as he chased after his own orgasm. With the way Stiles’ moans and whines had turned into full on screams of ecstasy, The Alpha knew his cock was assaulting the twink’s prostate in all the right ways.

 

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! SANTA DADDY, YES!!!” Stiles screamed loudly and whipped his head back, his hole tightened around the Alpha’s cock and blew his load onto the comforter under him.

 

“Fuck yeah baby, shoot that fucking load!” Peter belted out; with the way Stiles was squeezing him it wasn’t long before the sweaty Alpha werewolf reached his own climax. He let out aloud, triumphant howl as he pumped rope after rope of white hot semen deep inside of his lover’s hungry hole.

 

The older male took several seconds to catch his breath and shift back to his human feature before slowly pulling out. He made sure to get a shot of his seed leaking out of Stile’s gaping hole before ending the recording and laying down next to his panting husband. “That was fucking fantastic.” Peter was panting himself, but wore a big grin on his face.

 

“It sure was.” Stiles said as he cuddled up to his husband and kissed his pec. “Can we send that to Argent, we both know he would love to see it.” He said which earned a low chuckle from Peter.

 

“Sure thing babe." Peter agreed as he draped his protective arm over the witchy twink. “Now rest up, I’m not done with you yet.” He said with a playful growl. “Merry Christmas baby.” He said before kissing the top of his head.

Notes:

I hope you liked you gift. Merry Christmas!