Mischief Mondays Chapter 18: Steter - I Don't Wanna Be Like You, a teen wolf fanfic

Teen Wolf || Steter || I Don't Wanna Be Like You (I Wanna Be With You) || Steter || Teen Wolf

Title: I Don't Wanna Be Like You (I Wanna Be With You) – Mischief Mondays Series

Tags: m/m, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, Pack Alpha Peter, True Mates, Spark Stiles, Daddy Kink, explicit intercourse, anal, knotting, BDSM, spanking

Main Pairing: Peter/Stiles

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale

Summary: The first time Peter caught Stiles' scent, he knew the omega was his True Mate. In the parking garage, he finally corners his mate and gets Stiles to admit what he truly wanted.

I Don't Wanna Be Like You (I Wanna Be With You)

Mischief Mondays Series

Ever since he had woken from his coma, Peter's mind had been a scattered, vicious place. The only coherent thought in it was revenge. Blood needed to be spilled for the lives lost. He attacked Laura with a single-minded focus to get his revenge from the Alpha who had abandoned him, to get the Hale Alpha spark from the unworthy wolf.

With the new power came a new focus. An Alpha needed pack. He followed his nose, the most tantalizing scent catching his attention. The sweetest scent of honey and suddenly, his mind that was painted in splatters of red – red blood, red flames, red Alpha eyes – was broken up with golden honey. For the first time, Peter craved something beyond revenge. He needed to have this scent. He followed it and bit the boy to whom that scent was clinging. Not the owner of the scent, but close, covered in it. If he made this boy his Beta, then his mate would be in his orbit too.

Vengeance had been the only thing on his mind, the only reason he had fought his way back into wakefulness. To taste the blood of those who had wronged him. Pack would have had the sole purpose of making him stronger. Suddenly, there was more that he wanted. Mate. Perfect little mate. Meant to be his. Pack, for his mate. Build the perfect pack for his perfect mate.

He would paint the world red with the blood of their enemies and then he would give his mate everything he could ever wish for, build a future for them. A future Peter had given up on long ago.

The second time Peter caught that perfect scent was in the school. He hunted it with single-minded focus, couldn't wait to catch his mate and claim. His mate got away, but not without yelling at him, claiming not to be afraid of him, the fierce little thing. It made Peter want him even more.

The third time Peter got to smell his mate, he also finally got to lay eyes on him. Big, beautiful doe-eyes with long lashes, pale skin dotted with moles, bow-shaped, pink lips that tempted Peter oh-so much. He was young, but not too young, presented and thus of mating age. And then Derek got in the way, got between Peter and his mate and how dare he. He ought to be Peter's Beta now, should not push Peter's mate away from him, should help Peter get the pretty omega to claim him.

It was the fourth time that Peter finally got his boy. He'd torn into the banshee, covered in his mate's scent with just a spike of arousal in the honey. The idea that this beta would arouse his mate made anger and rage flare in Peter again and then everything was red once more, red with the girl's blood. But this time, it drew his mate out. The boy was kneeling beside her unconscious body (unconscious not dead. He had not killed her. Had restrained himself. She had no right to his omega, but clearly she meant a lot to him; Peter should not kill those who mattered to his mate).

And oh the boy looked so good on his knees in front of Peter, like he belonged right there. Good little omega, kneeling before his alpha. His Alpha. Peter gently curled his fingers beneath his mate's chin and slowly guided him up to stand, those pretty doe-eyes wide with fear, his heartbeat jackrabbit fast. Prey. Such a prey-coded pretty little thing, Peter wanted to hunt him for fun.

He took his boy, took him to an isolated parking garage. Away from prying eyes. Alone. Let his boy track down Derek, snarky and quippy even in the face of the seemingly dangerous Alpha wolf. Chin up with defiance. Strong-willed, perfect little mate. He took Stiles' keys and bent them, so his perfect, clever boy couldn't do something as reckless and dangerous as follow Peter.

"So you're not gonna kill me?" Stiles asked just as Peter stepped away.

The wolf inside him snarled, vicious and enraged, at the mere suggestion. He could never harm his mate, would never kill his mate. Peter straightened and turned back toward Stiles with intent.

"Don't you understand yet?" Peter asked sharply. "I'm not the bad guy here."

He needed his mate to understand, but Stiles just raised his head, voice as sharp. "You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs, but you're not the bad guy here?"

"I like you, Stiles," Peter admitted, completely enamored with his mate. "Do you want the bite?"

The sarcastic little thing was rolling his eyes at first, but then stared at Peter in surprise. "What?"

"Do you want the bite?" Peter repeated with more emphasis.

Yes, say yes, please say yes, his inner wolf was begging. Stiles didn't understand, because Stiles wasn't a wolf. Was human. If he were a wolf, he would feel the matebond between them, would fell that surge of protectiveness and possessiveness that was dominating Peter's mind. Stiles would want revenge on his mate's behalf, would understand why Peter was this driven by it. He grabbed Stiles' wrist and lifted it up to his mouth ever so slowly until he was holding it against his lips, just below his nose and oh he hadn't gotten this close to that mesmerizing scent yet. The sweet honey of Stiles' omega nature was drowning Peter, but there was more. Beneath the syrupy deliciousness was something electric, something dangerous and powerful, like a storm brewing in the night sky.

"Yes or no?" Peter asked, opening his mouth and dropping his fangs, ready to claim.

Stiles pulled his hand away and it was only because Peter allowed it that the boy could. Rejection made his inner wolf snarl, a vicious and primal voice in the back of his mind.

"I don't wanna be like you."

"Do you know what I just heard?" Peter smiled. "Your heart beating slightly faster over the words I don't want. You may believe that you're telling me the truth, but you are lying to yourself."

He was lying, but Peter wondered what exactly the lie was. He wanted, wanted desperately, that Peter could hear. But did he want to be a werewolf? Or was it simply something else he wanted. Peter inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of honey and lightning. Lightning. Not just a storm, not harmless rain but the power to strike down anyone. Nature's greatest wrath, the unpredictable danger attributed to the king of gods in times past. No, Stiles may not want to become a werewolf, because he was already something. Something much more powerful than a werewolf.

And there was something else, a spike of sweet arousal when Peter nearly had his lips on the boy's wrist. Stiles had pulled away, startled and frightened by his own want more so than the bite. A wicked smile spread over Peter's lips as he stepped up to Stiles. The omega backed away, until his back hit the car. Peter advanced, until he had Stiles stuck between himself and the car.

"Tell me, Stiles," Peter's voice dropped to a dark whisper as he leaned in. "What do you want?"

He rested one arm beside Stiles' head, Peter's face on the other side, whispering into the boy's ear, his lips so close to that tempting, pale neck. So close, he could practically feel Stiles' pulse jump. The omega's breath quickened and Stiles may even try to convince himself it was out of fear. But they stood too close, Peter could smell the enticing sweetness of omega slick. The smile on Peter's lips turned all the more wicked and pleased at that. His mate was reacting instinctively to him, to the matebond, filled with want that the poor little thing may not even understand. Peter lifted his other hand to grab Stiles' hip, fingers curling around it, holding the omega in place. The scent of Stiles' arousal thickened and the boy near instinctively bared his neck for Peter.

"Oh, sweetheart," Peter purred in delight, burying his face in the offered neck, dragging his nose along the span of skin to inhale deeply. "You want me to bite you, but you don't want me to bite you to turn you, do you? You want me to claim you, give you the mate-bite."

Stiles sucked a breath in through his nose and tensed impossibly in his grip. Such prey instincts, his wolf was purring at it. Ever so slowly, Peter let his thumb push Stiles' shirt up so his hand was resting on bare skin instead. Stiles shuddered at the skin contact and still made no attempts to get away. The scent of sweet omega arousal drew Peter in closer, until they were chest to chest, their crotches pressing together and ah, there it was. The omega was hard against him.

"You want me," Peter whispered darkly. "Want to be mine, don't you? Want me to sink my teeth into that soft skin of yours and make you mine. Want me to touch you, take you apart and put you back together. Want me deep inside you, taking you. Tell me, little omega, do you crave my knot?"

Stiles' breath became more and more labored with every word Peter spoke, yet the boy pushed against his chest. "No, you Creeperwolf, I don't want you to knot me. You're as old as my dad."

Peter tilted his head, amused by the boy's contradictory nature despite his obvious arousal. "Oh, baby, if you're looking for a daddy to take care of you, I can be that too."

Stiles' breath hitched and his heart seemed to double its beats. Considering the thick scent of omega slick, he was fairly sure the poor little thing had quite the mess in his pants already. Peter would love to help him out with that, but he wasn't going to until his mate begged him for it. He was still an alpha, and more so an Alpha. He wasn't going to cave for his mate just like that, if Stiles insisted on being a stubborn brat, he'd have to earn what he so clearly and desperately wanted.

"What is it that you want, Stiles?" Peter asked again, stepping up to Stiles but not touching the boy. "You want your alpha, don't you? Want to kneel at your alpha's feet like a good little omega? I'm the Alpha, Stiles, I'll take good care of you. I'll protect you, make you strong, fight at your side."

Stiles' mouth stood just a little open, lips pink and shiny and so inviting. Peter wanted to kiss him, to force him down onto his knees and feed the boy his cock, wanted to push his fingers between those lips and just have the omega suckle on them. Oh, the beautiful things he was going to do with his mate once he'd claimed the boy. Stiles stood leaning against his own Jeep, pants tented and soaking more and more with slick, his body so clearly craving the alpha's cock and knot.

"You'd be mine but you'd also be my equal, Stiles," Peter promised. "The Alpha Mate. Nobody is going to ever push you around again. You're fierce, you're a fighter, I know that. Join me, fight at my side. I know deep down you understand. They took everything from me, Stiles. Burned down my home with my family and me inside. What would you do, Stiles? I've seen how fiercely you fought against me just for biting Scott. What would you do to those who'd kill him and your father? Would you truly let them get away? Would you not rain vengeance upon them?"

For the first time, Stiles seemed to waver. A flicker of doubt in those honey-whiskey eyes. Peter had done his research, knew everything he could learn about Stiles without the boy sharing it voluntarily. Had observed how protective the boy was, possessive of those he considered his own. Knew that the boy knew loss too, had lost his mother at a young age. Peter even knew about the sheriff's alcoholism after, had used his connections as a lawyer to look into sealed files from child protective services back in the day. It had never escalated into them removing Stiles from his home and there was no record of abuse (otherwise, the sheriff would already be dead, torn to shreds by Peter's claws), but it had still been enough to shape the boy into a caretaker afraid to be abandoned, desperate to be needed and in dire need of someone to take care of him for a change.

"Give in, baby," Peter pressed, voice low and dark as he whispered into Stiles' ear once more. "Isn't it time that you get what you want? What you deserve? Daddy's gonna take such good care of you, give you exactly what you need, don't you want to be good for me? I know you want it, baby, want to put your lips on my cock, want my knot in you?"

Stiles' hands were on Peter's chest again, but instead of pushing him away, he balled his fists in the material of Peter's shirt, clinging onto him. He leaned forward, near unconsciously so, stepping up to Peter until he was pressing against Peter's thigh. The Alpha pursed his lips pleased, casually laying his arms around Stiles' waist, loose and gentle, simply encircling his boy.

"Why," Stiles pressed out, voice sounding rough. "Why do I feel this way…?"

"Because you're mine," Peter growled darkly, his arms around Stiles' waist tightening just a little. "You're my mate. And I don't know what exactly you are just yet, but you are something, because you can feel the bond's pull, can't you? That's why you don't want the bite to turn you, but you do want a bite from me. Because if you're already something, the bite won't take anyway."

Stiles made a soft noise of acknowledgment, his own face buried in Peter's neck now, softly panting against the wolf's collarbone. Peter grasped his hips, tight and firm, making the omega keen.

"We would be magnificent together, sweetheart," Peter murmured, dragging his lips just so over Stiles' neck. "I'll be so good to you. Worship you, cherish you, take care of you."

Stiles pushed more into Peter's thigh, pressing his hard cock against the alpha in a desperate attempt at getting friction and getting more of his alpha. Peter crooned softly, trying to sooth his omega, but his hands were slowly wandering beneath Stiles' shirt to hold his hips, bare skin under his fingers.

"Tell me," Peter growled the order, bringing his leg up to give Stiles the friction he was seeking. "Tell me what you want, darling. I'll give you exactly what you want, anything you want."

Stiles gasped, a strangled and desperate noise, when Peter rubbed his thigh against the omega's cock. The boy seemed to be melting against him at it. So pretty, so pliant, so perfect.

"Want you," Stiles ground out, sounding frustrated by the admission. "Want you so badly."

"Good," Peter praised him, placing a kiss against Stiles' temple. "You can have me, I'm all yours."

He pulled Stiles against himself, away from the car so he could open the door. Once it was open, he pushed the boy into it, laying him out on the backseat. And then he stood there, between Stiles' legs, waiting. Looking expectantly at the omega, enjoying those flushed cheeks and dilated pupils.

"More, darling," Peter ordered, head tilted. "Tell me what exactly you want. You want me? You have me. How do you want me? What do you want from me, baby?"

"I need you," Stiles bucked up into nothing, looking so adorably frustrated. "Need you in me."

"There you go," Peter purred, bending over Stiles. "Told you, I'll take good care of you."

"Yes, daddy," Stiles gasped out when Peter pulled his pants down.

The boy froze up at his own words, looking mortified and embarrassed. Peter flashed his eyes red at him, smirking with too many fangs, while opening the omega's pants to pull them down to Stiles' knees. Only then did he lean over the boy, cupping his cheek and hovering just a breath from Stiles' lips, ready to kiss but not yet kissing him. For now, just reassuring him.

"That's good, you're so good for me," Peter whispered gently. "So good for daddy."

Stiles' blush intensified and this time, when he bucked up, his naked cock rubbed against Peter's stomach. The boy gasped at the sensation of the expensive material against bare skin. Despite the stains this was leaving on Peter's shirt, the Alpha was utterly pleased by it, by having his omega's scent on him like that. Reaching down, Peter cupped the omega's hard cock.

"Tell me what you want me to do, baby," Peter instructed. "You're not getting anything you don't ask for. And ask nice and pretty, if you want something."

His hand was gently rubbing against Stiles' cock, teasing. Not enough friction to get him off, but enough to make the poor omega even more desperate, pre-cum coating Peter's hand now. Stiles glared up at him defiantly and it made Peter smirk. Not the kind of omega who'd immediately spread his legs begging for it, but oh, Peter was going to teach him how to beg.

Stiles' chin-up snarling attitude was delightful in a fight and he couldn't wait to see his omega face their enemies like that, but when it was just them, Peter was going to get the brat to submit to him, because Peter was his alpha and his Alpha and he was going to have his omega soft and pliant, was going to teach Stiles that the omega could be that way with him. Peter was determined to make himself the one place where Stiles didn't have to bare his fangs but could show his soft underbelly.

"Look just how wet you are for me already," Peter whispered in teasing.

He let his hand slip down, fondling Stiles' balls ever so slightly, before finding his way even lower, his fingers covering in the omega's slick when he just barely brushed over Stiles' hole. Yet the gentle touch was enough to sent a jolt through the omega, Stiles moaning out in wanton need.

"Mh?" Peter tilted his head innocently. "What's that? You want me to touch you there?"

He let his fingers ghost over Stiles' hole again and the omega actually sobbed desperately. Wasn't he the cutest? Peter grinned, all fangs, staring down at his mate like the wolf at his prey. Stiles was all flushed cheeks, open mouth and half-lid eyes, already looking so beautifully wrecked and Peter had barely touched him. Yes, this boy was truly meant to be his.

Yet despite his clear needy desire, Stiles remained stubbornly quiet, too proud and stubborn for his own good. Peter grinned, mostly amused by the challenge his mate presented. He leaned down, licking a stripe up Stiles' neck and brushing his fingers over Stiles' hole for real this time. Stiles keened and bared his neck for his alpha, his thighs shaking at the touch on his hole. Peter could feel more slick practically gushing out of his omega, coating Peter's waiting fingers. The tight ring of muscles quivered beneath his finger-tips, clenching and unclenching like it was trying to will Peter's fingers inside. But Peter wasn't going to give his omega anything if he didn't beg for it, not tonight, not for their first time. He needed to teach the little brat a lesson.

"Fuck me," Stiles finally cracked, his voice breaking half-way through.

Peter huffed and pressed an open-mouth kiss to Stiles' pulse. "You can do better than that, baby."

He pressed his fingers against the outer rim of Stiles' hole to make his point, sweet slick coating his entire hand at this point. Peter's mouth watered, eager to taste and to bury himself in the omega's clearly needy hole. Stiles groaned in frustration, tilting his head back.

"Please fuck me, please, alpha I need your knot, fuck, I need you to fuck me so bad, I've been wanting to lose my virginity for a while now but I've never needed it more than right now, I need your cock in me I feel like I may actually die if I don't get your knot," Stiles couldn't seem to stop once he started. "Please, Alpha, take me, make me yours. I need you, daddy."

There were tears clinging to those long lashes as Stiles stared up at him, frustrated and desperate. Cute. Smiling pleased, Peter kissed Stiles' cheek and at the same time, pushed two fingers into the eager hole. So tight but also so wet he easily slipped in. Stiles groaned darkly, pure relief.

"I told you," Peter whispered pleasantly. "Daddy's gonna take care of you."

"Thank you, daddy," Stiles gasped out.

Mh, there was his good boy. Peter knew he just needed a little nudging and once he'd let go, he'd be a beautifully responsive omega for his alpha. Peter rewarded him by spreading his fingers, pulling them out some and pushing back in, scissoring the omega quick and thorough. He added a third finger and not soon after, a fourth, until he thought his mate was open enough to take Peter's cock and beyond that, Peter's knot. Especially the first time – and what were these sweet words about Stiles' virginity – he wouldn't want to hurt his omega with something so new and so big. Stiles was growing impatient though, thrusting down, trying to drive Peter's fingers deeper into himself, little noises of complaint escaping the omega as his arousal grew but what he was getting not matching.

"What is it, baby? There something you want?" Peter asked, crooking his fingers.

He brushed against Stiles' prostate and had the omega howl out and then sob in frustration when Peter pulled his fingers away again. Stiles' fingers were clawed so tightly into Peter's shirt, it was a miracle the fabric hadn't torn yet. Usually, Peter was peculiar about his wardrobe, but oh did he wear his omega's despair with pride. He was going to take that boy apart.

"Your dick," Stiles glared up at him. "I asked for your dick, but you're not giving it to me. You said if I ask nicely, I asked nicely, but all I'm getting are your fingers."

Peter's eyes flashed red at the challenge and glower on his omega's face. "You are such a brat, aren't you? I have half a mind to spank you before giving you anything else, baby."

Stiles' cock jerked violently at the threat and the omega clenched down tight around Peter's fingers. Interesting. So spankings were off the table as actual punishments when his omega truly misbehaved then, because that boy was so eager for it. Peter cocked one eyebrow, giving his mate an expectant look. When Stiles saw, he blushed embarrassed. Peter raised his second eyebrow.

"Please spank me, daddy," Stiles mumbled in frustration. "A good alpha should keep his omega in check and bratty omegas should get hard spankings from their alphas. You're a strong alpha, daddy, I'm sure you know how to handle your omega."

Even when begging for a spanking, Stiles managed to be a brat. This was an art form. Huffing amused, Peter captured Stiles' lips in a deep, filthy kiss, completely charmed by his perfect little brat. When their kiss broke, he flipped Stiles over and guided him to kneel on the backseat. That firm, round ass was facing him and Peter cupped it a couple times in appreciation before lifting his hand and letting it come down hard. It left a red imprint on the pale skin right away and Peter growled in delight, placing a second and third smack on it in quick succession. The scent of omega arousal was making Peter near dizzy and so were the beautiful noises he was drawing from Stiles. Wanton moans soon turned into pained whines and after five more, into broken sobs.

"I'm sorry, daddy," Stiles sobbed out. "I'm sorry I mouthed off, I promise I'll behave, daddy, please, I promise I'll be good for you, I'm sorry."

Peter smiled to himself and gave Stiles two last spanks, harder than the previous ones. Stiles' face was buried in his arms. Peter reached out to tilt his face so he could see how pretty his omega was when crying. Cooing softly at Stiles, Peter leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"Sh, no, it's okay, sweetheart," Peter purred. "Took your punishment so good, daddy's so proud of you, baby. And since you took the whole spanking, you'll get a reward now."

He unzipped his pants and pushed them down and grabbed Stiles by the hips. Slow and steady, he pushed into the slick-wet, warm hole. The moment his cock's head breached Stiles' hole, the omega gave the most hungry moan, his hands clawing at the car-seats beneath him. Peter pushed more and more of his cock into the perfectly tight hole, until his hips pressed against the heated skin of Stiles' freshly spanked ass. Stiles whined at the contact, squirming a little.

"That's what you get for being a brat," Peter growled into his ear. "Being mouthy with your alpha in bed gets you punished. And I'll let you feel that punishment."

"In bed?" Stiles muttered before the boy could stop himself. "You're fucking me in the back of my own car in a damn parking garage!"

Peter snorted and pulled out slowly. "What was that? You want another spanking, brat?"

Stiles' breath hitched and he tensed. "No, daddy, please don't, I'm sorry, please fuck me."

"There, that's better," Peter purred and pressed a kiss to Stiles' neck. "Good boy."

Stiles went lax beneath him and keened happily at that. Holding Stiles' hips tight, Peter started thrusting, hard and deep and sharp until he got all of the beautiful noises from his omega. The noises got more and more desperate the longer they fucked, reaching a peak of neediness when Peter's knot started catching. Stiles tried to reach for his own cock, but couldn't keep himself upright on only one arm. He threw those big Bambi eyes at Peter over his shoulder, hopeful.

"Please, daddy, let me come on your knot?" Stiles even added a little pout.

Oh, he couldn't just be a brat, he could also be manipulative. Peter grinned delighted and felt like his omega deserved the reward. He wrapped his fingers around Stiles' cock, jerking him off quick and rough because his knot was catching already. Stiles came hard the moment Peter's knot locked them together and as the omega tightened up around him, Peter filled him up. Stiles' moan was loud and primal when his alpha came inside him like that.

"Ask me for the bite, Stiles," Peter growled, his mouth hovering over Stiles' neck. "You're mine, baby, you're meant to be mine, and I am yours. Tell me to claim you."

Stiles was struggling to catch his breath after his orgasm, after his first knotting. Still the boy bared his neck, even as his thighs trembled beneath his body.

"Please, Alpha," Stiles' voice was rough from all the begging and moaning. "Please claim me."

A sense of relief filled Peter at those words, hearing his omega wanted him, wanted to be claimed by him. Opening his mouth, Peter let his fangs sink into the soft junction between Stiles' shoulder and neck, marking the omega as his. The matebond that had been a teasing presence in the back of Peter's mind, luring him in to find his True Mate, finally snapped into place. A solid, grounding bond. No, not grounding, anchoring. Peter took a deep breath as his mind cleared further.

Every time he had gotten to smell his mate, he'd felt his racing, broken mind calm a little. But this? To have one true bond – neither Derek nor Scott had formed real pack-bonds with Peter, even as an Alpha, Peter was still packless, still at the risk of being feral and untethered. Now, he had a bond, a real bond and the strongest possible bond a wolf could have – the matebond to his True Mate. It didn't cancel out his need for revenge, but it gave him more clarity to actually plan his next steps.

"You're perfect, love," Peter whispered, voice gentle and filled with awe.

He kissed the mate-mark he had just left behind. When Stiles turned his head to look at Peter over his shoulder, it took Peter's breath away. Those amber eyes were glowing a deep teal like frozen fire. The scent of lightning, of danger and power. Peter stared in awe and surprise as he realized what his mate truly was. A Spark. The most powerful magic-users there were. Too stunned for words, Peter just leaned down and kissed the boy deep and possessive. When they kissed, Peter could actually feel it, could feel the electric spark jolting him. It was probably pure instinct and not intentional – Peter doubted Stiles even knew he had magic – but Stiles had just claimed Peter too, claimed the Alpha with his magic. A pleased, near happy-drunk grin spread over Peter's lips at that. Not only had he found his True Mate and gotten to claim him, no, his perfect little omega was also a truly powerful being and he had claimed Peter right back.

Grabbing Stiles by the waist, Peter pulled him close against his chest and carefully adjusted them both to lay down on the backseat. It wasn't exactly comfortable, not just because it wasn't very spacious but also because the seat was covered in Stiles' cum and slick beneath them.

"You're so cleaning the car," Stiles declared with a cute nose-wiggle. "You caused the mess."

"Fair," Peter hummed, his fingers gently running up and down over Stiles' belly.

"Fair?" Stiles laughed surprised, turning to look at the alpha. "What happened to brattiness?"

"Oh, I adore your defiant nature, darling, I'd never want you to stop being mouthy, I just don't want you to mouth off to me when we're having sex," Peter grinned delighted. "And you are right, I did torment you until you were a soaking-wet mess for me."

"...Also fair," Stiles hummed after a moment, cheeks red. "And it was, uh, really fucking hot. The spanking and the bossy thing. Still, this was absolutely not how I imagined losing my virginity. Or accepting an alpha's mate-bite. Holy shit, my dad is going to lose his mind."

With that, Stiles' heart started beating faster in anxiety. Peter kissed his cheek gently to sooth him.

"We'll explain everything to your father. Werewolves and True Mates. He'll understand."

"Yeah, he's just the sheriff, sure he'll be very understanding of all the murders," Stiles heaved a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. "Fuck. What am I going to do with you?"

He actually glared at Peter at that and Peter found it far too charming. "Help me get my revenge?"

Stiles frowned, seeming annoyed, like this was inconveniencing him. "Only your revenge. No more attacking people who have nothing to do with this, like Scott and Lydia. Behave, Alpha. Show me that perfect control you just displayed for me. No more senseless murders."

"Yes, dear," Peter sighed in defeat, kissing Stiles' cheek. "You're lucky you're cute. And perfect."

"No, you're lucky I'm cute and perfect," Stiles countered with a cheeky grin.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: So Daddy Kink Steter isn't something that'll happen again. Tried it, didn't fully vibe with it for Peter. However, due to current bullshit it HAD to happen. When I have to hear people whine and bitch about the age gap of my ship, I NATURALLY have to DOUBLE DOWN on it and what better way is there to double down on the Steter age gap than to have them fuck nasty in season 1 and have Stiles call Peter daddy. I operate on spite first and foremost ¯\_(ツ)_/¯