Tutoring and Teasing Chapter 1: Part 1: Tutoring and Teasing, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Tutoring and Teasing – Stiles Summer Stories 2024

Tags: m/m, No Hale Fire, single dad Peter, True Mates, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, m/f, f/f

Main Pairing: Peter/Stiles

Side Pairings: Scott/Allison, Malia/Kira, Jackson/Lydia

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Malia Tate, Cora Hale, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura

Writer's Month Prompts: clock + museum

Summary: In a world where the Hale Fire never happened and Peter raised Malia, Stiles ends up joining the Hale Pack with his best friend Scott, who got bitten by a rogue Alpha. He befriends Malia and then starts tutoring her, at her home, where her way too hot dad lives.

Tutoring and Teasing

Stiles Summer Stories 2024

One year ago, Stiles' whole life got turned upside down when his best friend got bitten by a rogue Alpha. This were very, very stressful for a few weeks of trying to keep this secret and trying to figure out how to help Scott learn to control himself and his inner wolf. It was made even more stressful by the addition of other people. All their lives, it had just been Scott and Stiles.

Because there was a new girl at school and Scott fell head over heels in love with her. Well, later on, after much research and learning more about werewolves, Stiles came to realize that she was his mate, because werewolves apparently had mates. Who knew. Allison Argent, Scott's mate. She became instant best friends with Lydia Martin, who had been Stiles' crush for basically all of Stiles' life. And where Lydia went, Lydia's insufferable boyfriend, Jackson Whittemore, went.

For a couple of weeks, it was just the five of them working together. One by one, Scott and Stiles put the others in the know. Allison first, Lydia second, Jackson somewhere in between as he figured it out on his own, and demanded to be made a werewolf too.

Things got more interesting when they realized someone else was on the hunt for the rogue Alpha too. Not knowing of those people could be trusted, their little group stuck to each other though. Until they realized there were more weres in their school and that those weres were related to the people hunting the rogue Alpha. The Hale family. Cora and Malia Hale, the two cousins who went to their class. Apparently, the weirdo creeping around the school was Cora's older brother, Derek, sent to keep an eye after the teens caught the scent of an unknown werewolf.

So the Hales had thought they were suspicious and worked with the rogue Alpha while they had thought the Hales were suspicious and working with the rogue Alpha, or at least against them.

Things got easier when all of that was cleared up. And after the rogue Alpha was taken out, they finally caught a breath. They were invited to the Hale House, for a formal meeting with Alpha Talia Hale, Cora's mother and Malia's aunt. The Alpha, her Emissary (magic adviser. Also Scott's boss. Their town was a fucking mess), her mate (who was human, which Stiles found really interesting) and her left hand – adviser and enforcer, also her brother and Malia's father.

So, Malia's dad was really hot. Stiles found it hard to take his eyes off of Peter Hale the entire meeting. The man was insanely gorgeous and chiseled and why in the world was his v-neck that deeply cut, that was ridiculous how was Stiles supposed to not look?

During that meeting, while Stiles was busy staring at the handsome man, they were finally put in the know. The group of adults patiently explained everything to them. How packs worked, how werewolves worked, what their town was really like. Jackson kept demanding the bite, but Talia Hale said they didn't just turn teenagers, he could join the pack and once he turned eighteen, he could request the bite from her again. In fact, they all were invited into the pack. Not just Scott the werewolf and Jackson the wannabe werewolf, also totally boringly human Stiles and Lydia, who apparently was 'something' (as the wolves sniffed out. They all only figured out about a year later that she was a Banshee, from her grandmother's side of the family).

As surprised as Stiles was at first, it also made sense. Even as non-supernaturals, they now knew and were thus in danger, especially since they had willingly put themselves in danger by helping Scott and, knowing teenagers, this would just keep happening. Making them part of the pack ensured they had access to resources and had the protection of the pack.

With that, Cora and Malia joined their little group. Their lives continued being wild though. Threats kept invading Beacon Hills and while the Hale Pack was a very competent force of actual, trained adults, obviously did the teens not allow for themselves to be sidelined.

Stiles and Malia became really good friends, without any ulterior motifs from Stiles. Yes, he was very disappointed that he seemed to never run into Malia's hot dad when the group hung out at Malia's, but he genuinely liked her a lot and cared about her.

The most recent addition to their group was Kira Yukimura, a kitsune whose family had moved to Beacon Hills. She was cute and funny and very dorky and Stiles hit it off with her right away. Not as much as Malia though, because Kira was her mate. And urgh, that was getting insufferable.

Scott and Allison were already so bad to be around because of the heart-eyes and the constant PDA and lovey-dovey-ness. Jackson and Lydia were the same but a fully different flavor. And now Stiles had lost his best not-Scott-friend to love too, which just seemed unfair.

"Stop sighing like a Victorian lady," Cora gave him a dirty side-eye. "They annoy me too. But at least one of them isn't your cousin and you have to see her and her girlfriend be lovey-dovey during every Friday family dinner too, on top of school."

"Fair enough," Stiles tilted his head and nodded.

The eight of them were at the museum to do research for their group projects. Jackson, Allison, Stiles and Malia were in one group, Lydia, Cora, Scott and Malia in another. With Lydia and Stiles being the smartest of their friend group, they always tried to split so one of them would be in each smaller group project. They also always tried to split up the couples, because otherwise no work would get done at all. Still, they all went to do the base research together, if possible.

It was weird, being in a kind of mini pack within the pack, but it also made sense. They – aside from Malia and Cora, obviously – didn't have real ties to all the adults in the Hale Pack, but they had strong bonds with each other. Stiles liked it, even though he was human and didn't feel these things to the same intense degree as the weres, he could still feel a gentle sense of pack bonds.

"I hate this," Malia grunted with a glare, arms crossed.

Kira grabbed her hand, gently easing it out of the crossing so he could properly take it and link their fingers. She pulled Malia close enough to scent-mark by rubbing her cheek against Malia's. That always did the trick on making Malia relax. It was really cute, if it wouldn't happen so often.

"The museum?" Scott asked confused. "You hate the museum?"

"No. The class," Malia snarled, eyes flashing slightly. "I'm failing. Even if I ace this stupid, stupid project, I'm still going to fail this stupid class if I fail the next exam. It's all so stupid."

"I do have to agree with Mal on this one," Jackson sighed, tilting his head. "I mean, not failing, because Lydia refuses to have sex with me if I score below a 75 on an exam, but the class sucks."

"That was more information than any of us ever needed," Stiles commented displeased.

Though he had to admit that Lydia's method of keeping her boyfriend's grades up was clever and effective. His eyes wandered over to Allison, wondering how he could best approach a suggestion for this for her and Scott, because if his boy's grades weren't improving he could forget about his dream of becoming a vet. Some additional motivation might help.

"How about I tutor you?" Stiles offered after a moment, looking at Malia.

She tore her eyes away from her mate to stare at Stiles in surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah," Stiles shrugged like it was nothing. "We're pack. Pack helps each other. I'll not let you fail your classes, Mal. Besides, we all gotta graduate together, so…"

He offered a half-grin and then got hugged not just by Malia but also by Kira. Damn, he loved his friends. Over Malia's shoulder, Scott was throwing him a broad grin. Yeah, that boy had been on the receiving end of Stiles' tutoring in the past too, but there was only so much time Stiles could put into that. Scott had promised to work hard on his own now and there were mild improvements already. Beside Scott stood Lydia and her gaze was less approving and more scrutinizing. She was too clever and picking up too well on things at time. Stiles was fairly sure she knew about his feelings for Peter Hale, he was trying to be subtle, but over the past year, that dumb crush had only been growing more and more every time he got to interact with Peter.

Which wasn't a lot, since Peter inexplicably seemed to never be home when the teens were hanging out for fun. Still, whenever something went bump in the night and Stiles and his friends got themselves involved, they inevitably ended up working with Peter and Derek, who was kind of Peter's apprentice, just like Derek and Cora's older sister Laura was learning from their mom. Peter was so deliciously snarky and cut-throat, it was so hot.

/break\

After their museum visit, Stiles went over to Malia's place that Thursday after school for their first tutoring session. Jackson and Scott also tagged along, because of course they did. Scott wanted to do good and Jackson wanted to keep scoring with Lydia. How was this his life.

"Hello, Stiles."

Okay, never mind. This day was awesome, it ruled. He perked up when he saw Peter Hale leaning against the door-frame of the kitchen, his tempting arms crossed over his chest, pulling that too tight shirt even tighter and somehow managing to spread that absolutely obscene v-neck even wider. There was just no way the werewolf couldn't smell Stiles' arousal every time they were in the same room. And yet, Stiles found himself not caring too much. After all, he did want that man, not just stare at him. With a broad grin did Stiles wave at him.

"Hello, Mister Hale," Stiles greeted in a chipper voice. "Wanna help me bring the sodas and snacks to the living room?"

"To avoid you tripping over your own feet and spilling cola all over my expensive rugs? Yes."

Stiles' grin turned even more pleased when Peter stood right next to him and took the sodas from him. Urgh, that man even smelt delicious, it was so unfair. He couldn't help but lean a little into Peter. How much he wanted to be scent-marked by the werewolf. They did it among each other, Stiles and his friends, even the non-werewolves, scent-marking their pack-mates. It was comforting and intimate and also possessive. Stiles wondered how intense it'd feel from someone he wanted.

"I don't think I've ever actually seen you home when we were over, you know," Stiles commented as they put everything down on the living room table. "I was starting to think Malia lived here alone. Or that you were avoiding us."

The way Peter narrowed his eyes for just a split-second told Stiles that he wasn't off with his hunch. Interesting. Tilting his head in a manner that deliberately bared his neck, Stiles stared at him. There was a flash of blue, ever so briefly, Stiles would have missed it if he'd blinked. Also interesting.

"Don't be silly, Stiles," Peter huffed. "You lot might be loud and annoying, but I'm not avoiding you in my own home. I'm a very successful lawyer and the left hand of our Alpha. I don't have as much free time as you apparently think I do."

"Mh," Stiles furrowed his brows. "Yeah, I'm not buying that, but okay."

Peter looked at him genuinely startled for a moment, before he huffed. They were interrupted by Malia, Jackson and Scott entering the living room from the direction of Malia's bedroom, carrying notebooks, books and papers. Stiles looked mournfully after Peter's retreating back as the werewolf headed toward his office with a comment about having more work. Also a nice view.

/break\

Scott and Jackson were only with them once a week, but Malia needed a little more help, in more than one class, so Stiles was over at the penthouse three times a week. It had always been peculiar to him that Peter and Malia didn't live in the large Hale House, but rather a penthouse downtown. Yet at the same time it made perfect sense too. Peter was a private man, easily annoyed by his family, and his role as the left hand gave him particular duties that he might not want to drag into the house where all the little children were living.

"I hate this, Stiles," Malia groaned and collapsed backward onto the ground.

She spread her arms out, after resting her notes on her stomach. Stiles turned to spare them a glance just to snort. She had marked every single thing on the entire page. That defied the purpose of highlighting. His eyes wandered over to the clock, noticing how late it was getting.

"I think your brain is just full," Stiles noted after a moment. "How about we call it a night?"

Malia sat up abruptly, eyes eager. "Yes, please. Lydia and Allison wanted to go out tonight."

She grabbed her phone and started texting, probably them. Stiles returned his attention to his own work. He'd been bringing homework and projects with him to work on while Malia did her reading.

"Yes," Malia turned to grin at him. "They just left, so they'll be here to pick me up in ten. Us, if you want to tag along? We're going dancing."

"Nah," Stiles shook his head. "Not really in the mood. Besides… ten minutes? And you still need to get ready? You are not going to have time to clean up."

Furrowing her brows, Malia looked around to note the absolute mess that their living room was. Notes, books, markers, snacks and snack wrappers were just about everywhere. Malia's face fell.

"I'll clean up," Stiles offered with an eye-roll. "Honestly, I'd prefer to finish up my work before leaving anyway? So I'll just, finish here, clean up and then head home."

"Really?" Malia gave him very impressive puppy-dog eyes. "Thank you! You're the best."

With that, she rushed off to her room to get changed and, right on time, ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. Since Malia was still in the bathroom, Stiles went to open. He was greeted by Allison and Lydia looking predictably stunning. Grinning at them, he pulled the girls into a hug.

"Are you coming with us?" Allison asked.

"I don't feel like it, but you guys go and have fun."

"Mh," Lydia raised one judgmental eyebrow. "So you're just staying here, alone?"

"Dad's in his office, doing work," Malia supplied as she came running to them. "I'm ready!"

"Wait, what," Stiles blinked, surprised.

He had genuinely not realized that Peter was home. Oh. Well, now he was all the more glad that he had declined the invitation. Maybe he would get to see Peter, perhaps even talk to him. Giddiness pooled in his belly at the thought of being alone in the penthouse with Peter.

"So, you're just staying here, alone with Mister Hale?" Lydia asked, eyes boring into Stiles.

Oh, he hated how observant she was. Still, he put on the most innocent smile he could while ushering the girls out to go and have a fun time. Despite his eagerness to see the handsome wolf, Stiles didn't feel like bothering the man while he was working. He had decided to stay and work on his project, not stay for the sole purpose of maybe seeing Peter, so he decided to return to his work.

/break\

Peter heaved a deep sigh as he leaned back in his chair, craning his neck. It made a nasty noise that told him he'd been sitting at his desk for too long. Time to get dinner. Maybe Malia would be up for a movie? He'd been so busy with this damn case, he'd barely made any time for his daughter. She understood, she always did, since he was a single dad and worked basically two jobs, being left hand and also a lawyer. Thankfully, his little girl was very self-sufficient. Not just at home, but she also knew to keep herself entertained, be that with their family, or with her friends.

Another sigh, this one more frustrated. That ragtag group of teenagers that got themselves dragged into the supernatural world was one headache after the other, really. Every time there was a monster in town, he could be sure to run into the teens investigating themselves.

There was that queasy feeling in his chest again, since thinking of Malia's little friends inevitably made him think of Stiles. He rubbed at his chest, like it could ease the ache. Nothing could, nothing he was willing to do, at least. He'd gone so many years without a mate, he could go a little longer with the bond tugging on him, waiting for the right time.

Peter froze when he entered his kitchen. The scent of Stiles had been all over the penthouse already, which at this point wasn't a surprise anymore. The boy was tutoring Malia in various classes and apparently came over three times a week – it had made avoiding him impossible. He'd been working from his law firm more often ever since Stiles had come into Malia's life, staying long hours at the firm whenever he knew Malia had her friends over. That, however, also meant he saw his daughter even less, which was why he had cut back on it and returned to working at home as often as possible. Perfectly timed with Stiles taking up near permanent residence in their home. So the penthouse smelling strongly like Stiles wasn't rare. Stiles sitting on Peter's kitchen counter, kicking his legs back and forth while stirring something on the stove next to him, though? Rare.

"Stiles," Peter couldn't keep the slight growl out of his voice.

He didn't like surprises. Especially not these kind of surprises. Finding his mate in his kitchen, acting domestic, like he owned the place, like he belonged here. He does, his wolf whispered greedily into his ear, keep him. Grinding his teeth together was the only thing he could do to keep his fangs from dropping. He was old enough, he should have control. But this, this was something new to him, something he was still learning to deal with.

"Oh, hey," Stiles grinned at him and waved with his free hand. "Mal said you're home. Which is why I'm making dinner. So. Great timing, Mister Hale."

Peter hated the way Stiles called him that. Stiles didn't call him that out of respect for his elders, he did it because it made him horny to call Peter that. Peter could smell it, every time. It was infuriating and it made him desperately want to bend the brat over and spank him for it.

"Why are you making dinner in my kitchen."

"Be—ecause I got hungry?" Stiles gave him a weird look. "I wanted to make myself a sandwich, but then I remembered that you're lurking somewhere in the apartment too, so I figured I'd make proper food. Mal said you usually forget to eat when you're in the middle of a big case."

Taking a slow, deep breath, Peter rubbed the bridge of his nose. "But why are you making dinner in my kitchen, Stiles. Where is my daughter."

"Oh. Mal's out with Lydia and Ally," Stiles replied. "They picked her up li—ike half an hour ago."

"I do not like repeating myself, Stiles," Peter growled softly.

And then he glared hard because he could smell the spike of arousal from Stiles. Why did this boy get off on being growled at and threatened by werewolves. It was like Stiles existed to torment him.

"Sorry. I have no idea what you actually want here."

"Why are you alone, in my home, when my daughter is out."

"Ah," Stiles nodded. "Well. We were done with studying but I wasn't feeling like going out? And I was in the middle of this, uh… You know how I can get when I hyperfixate on something. So I wanted to finish it in peace and not have to… pause, until I'm home. Mal said it'd be fine."

Peter grunted. Yes, he knew how Stiles could get. It was absolutely mesmerizing, the way that boy could hone in on knowledge, dig his claws in and not let go until he devoured it all. Peter licked his lips, trying to cover it up by pretending he was smelling dinner. It did smell good.

"C'mere," Stiles prompted, lifting a spoon up. "Try."

Was it hunger that compelled him, or was his wolf just so starved for his mate after denying the bond for a year now? Either way, he found himself following the request and, much to his horror, he came to stand between Stiles' knees – Stiles' knees that were readily parted to make room for him. The spoon was pressed against his lips and those honey-whiskey eyes stared intensely at him.

Fuck, how much he loved those eyes. Big, brown, sometimes when something surprised him, Stiles would look truly the picture of doe-eyed. It made his inner predator purr in delight.

Reluctantly, he opened his mouth to accept the treat. And it tasted good too, damn it.

"So—o?" Stiles stared at him expectantly.

"Good," Peter forced the word out, all his concentration on controlling himself.

His mate was in his kitchen, cooking dinner for them, sitting on the counter with his legs spread, with Peter between his legs, hand-feeding Peter. This was truly testing him. He ground his teeth together even harder as he stepped away from Stiles, causing his wolf to whine in protest.

Stiles beamed at him. "That's what I love to hear. You could set the table, then."

Too domestic. This was too domestic. This was why he avoided his home whenever Stiles was over, because it confused his wolf too much to see his mate in his den while being denied to touch and claim. He went and did as Stiles instructed, setting the table for two.

Things were tense and awkward as they started eating, an unnatural silence stretching on. Stiles was never quiet, but even he must be feeling the tense awkwardness between them. It made Peter sigh softly and try to relax. The last thing he wanted was to make his mate uncomfortable, even as he himself was being uncomfortable. It seemed to do the trick, also relaxing Stiles a little.

"So—o," Stiles' eyes wandered over the kitchen and settled on the calendar. "Any plans for Mal's upcoming birthday? Sweet seventeen. I know it's sweet sixteen, but I think seventeen can be sweet too. I know what we have planned with her, but well. I always have special plans with my dad too on my birthday, so... Do you have any plans?"

Peter turned to look at the calendar too. Malia's birthday was circled with a blue heart, two weeks from now. The smallest smile spread over his lips at the thought. A small noise from Stiles drew his attention back to the teen. The look on Stiles' face was nearly smitten as he stared at Peter.

"I'm taking her camping," Peter replied, to distract himself. "We're spending the whole weekend in the mountains, hunting and enjoying the forest, and then I'll bring her back home in time for her party in the evening that I know you have meticulously planned."

"Nah, I did moderate planning. Lydia did the meticulous bits," Stiles grinned. "But that sounds awesome. I didn't know you guys hunted though."

Oh, that was too tempting, Peter couldn't help but flash his blue eyes and grin with sharp fangs. "Of course do we hunt, Stiles. We're predators."

The scent of arousal was so sudden and so strong, it made Peter growl. This boy tormented him.

"What about you," Peter cleared his throat. "I mean, your seventeenth birthday?"

"Tha—at would require a time-machine," Stiles blinked those pretty doe-eyes at him with a grin.

"Oh," Peter blinked slowly. "I didn't realize you were older than Malia."

"I'm eighteen."

Peter froze, his fork in his hand, hovering just in front of his mouth. "What."

Those eyes again, eyelashes batting against pale cheeks as he blinked. "I'm eighteen. Have been for like three months now. I got held back a year when, well, when my mom died. Had just a couple too many panic attacks to keep up my school work and stuff. But hey, that's how I ended up in the same class as Scotty, which inevitably brought me here, so there's that."

"You're eighteen," Peter repeated, dragging the word out.

He knew of Claudia Stilinski, of course, but he hadn't known that Stiles had been held back because of it. As much as Peter wanted to focus on that part, on comforting his mate about his mother's death, expressing his condolences, all he could focus on was the fact that his mate was legal.

"Uh… huh…?" Stiles looked very confused. "Okay. What am I missing here because I am missing something, you are being super weird right now."

Peter was out of his chair in a moment and so was Stiles, jumping up startled by Peter's sudden movement. With the lowest growl did Peter back Stiles up against the counter, until the boy bumped into it. His heart was racing but Peter didn't smell any fear, only arousal. Again. Damn that boy.

"Three months," Peter dragged the words out of himself. "I could have had you for three months."

"What," Stiles squeaked, so high it hurt Peter's werewolf ears.

Peter braced himself on either side of Stiles, caging the teen between his arms. He leaned down, finally allowing himself to drag his nose along the length of that tempting, pale neck. A whimper. An actual whimper was what he got. Peter growled again, darker, possessive.

"I know you noticed that I've been avoiding you."

"Y… Yeah. Honestly, I figured I was just making you uncomfortable with my horniness for your… everything… considering that werewolf senses are sharper, so you've probably been able to tell from the moment we met," Stiles looked embarrassed by that. "So, yeah, didn't take the avoidance personal, because I guess I would avoid someone too if I could smell them get horny for me all the time while I don't want them but also this is giving me very confusing, different vibes."

"I wasn't avoiding you because of that," Peter huffed out a breathy laugh. "I was avoiding you because of how much I want you, how much I need you. Because you are… were… the underage son of the sheriff and friend of my daughter. But you're also mine."

Another whimper, even more delicious than the first. "Wait, what."

"You're my mate," Peter's voice dropped, softer now, filled with the awe this fact bestowed upon him. "You're mine. I knew it the moment you lot walked into the Hale House for the first time. And I've been avoiding you since then, willing to wait until your graduation, until you're legal, but… if you're telling me that you're eighteen, right now, I will not wait for your graduation."

"Wait… uhm… with what?"

"To claim what's mine," Peter purred pleased, licking a stripe up Stiles' neck.

"Oh fuck," Stiles gasped out, grabbing Peter's arms. "Okay."

"...Okay?" Peter reluctantly removed his face from Stiles' neck to look at his mate.

"I mean," Stiles let go of Peter so he could motion around a little with his hands. "I know about werewolf mates. I am literally friends with the three most insufferable pairs of True Mates in the existence of mates – and yes, I am fully calling it, as soon as Jackson receives the bite and turns into a werewolf, him and Lydia are going to have an epic True Mate realization. I know what True Mates mean for wolves, and I know how it works. It also really explains why I have been so ridiculously drawn to you, I mean, I know I like older guys, but damn you're doing things to me."

"I'd love to do things to you," Peter offered the most wolfish grin.

And oh, he hadn't calculated for the fact that his research-addicted little mate would of course not need any explanation. Usually, wolves that found their True Mates in humans had to struggle with explaining the situation first, trying to convey just how special and deep that bond was. Stiles knew, he'd had a front row seat to True Mates for the past year. He understood.

"Fuck," Stiles gasped and wrapped his arms around Peter's neck. "You're killing me here."

Peter hummed, nuzzling back into his mate's neck. His hands ran down Stiles' sides until they grasped the back of Stiles' thighs. A yelp escaped the boy as he was being lifted up onto the counter, repeating their earlier position. Stiles sitting with his knees apart and Peter standing between them.

"I'm going to kiss you now, Stiles," Peter whispered into Stiles' ear. "Tell me if you want that."

"Yes," the word was practically punched out of Stiles with the intensity of it. "Fuck, yes, that's nearly all I've been thinking about for the past like year."

"Nearly?" Peter repeated intrigued as he moved his head to be face to face with Stiles.

"I mean. You can smell the horny so. Yeah. I have also been thinking about far more than kissing," Stiles swallowed hard. "But for now, kissing sounds good. Really good."

Grinning, Peter leaned in, pressing their lips together in a slow, long kiss that lasted until Stiles gently pushed against his chest, making them break for air. The boy was flushed, panting hard, his pupils large. He looked positively ravishable already, after only one kiss. What would he look like after Peter had his wicked ways with him? A growl escaped him, primal and possessive.

"I need you to set boundaries," Peter instructed, his knuckles turning white where he was clinging onto the counter-top. "I'm going to tell you what I want to do to you and then you're going to tell me with how much of it you're comfortable. Okay?"

Stiles nodded wildly, until he noticed the pointed look Peter gave him. "Verbal consent, huh. Okay. Yeah. Sure you are making me lose my damn mind here but yeah force me to speak sentences."

"It's very important to me that you do not feel coerced into anything here," Peter's voice was a whisper, warmer and gentler than the passionate growl it was before. "I need to hear you say that you want this too, otherwise I'm not going to do anything, Bambi."

"Ba-" Stiles' voice broke. "Bambi."

A grin that was all fangs was aimed Stiles' way as Peter nudged his face. "Look into a mirror. Those big, brown eyes of yours are the definition of doe-eyed. Do you have any idea what they do to me? What they do to the wolf in me? So, Bambi, are you ready to listen to me?"

"Y… Yeah, Big Bad Wolf," Stiles huffed, his arms around Peter's neck tightening. "I'm listening."

"I'm going to take off your shirt and kiss down your torso, leaving a trail of hickeys in my wake to mark what is mine," Peter growled out that last word, more wolf than man. "And then I'm going to open your pants and take out your dick and I'm going to suck you off, because I need to know what you taste like. I want to devour you. After, I want to open you up, nice and slow, until you're begging for my cock, and only then am I going to fuck you."

A broken whimper spilled from Stiles' lips as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against Peter, shaking ever so slightly. "Fuck, you can't just say shit like that…"

"Why?" Peter chuckled amused. "I want to do all those things, so I should be able to say them too. Though, I suppose, if you're not ready to hear them, you're not ready-"

"Fuck you!" Stiles sat up sharply, glaring viciously at Peter. "If you're getting me all hard with words and then don't deliver, I will put wolfsbane in your shampoo."

Peter huffed out a small laugh and kissed the corner of Stiles' mouth. "Then say it, sweetheart."

"I…" Stiles blushed furiously, looking embarrassed. "I want all of that."

"No," Peter shook his head, a teasing, evil glint in his eyes. "Say it."

Stiles narrowed his eyes at him in annoyed frustration. "I want you to mark me up with hickeys and suck me off and fuck me all night long. There, happy? I really want you, Peter Hale."

"Very," Peter purred as he leaned in for another kiss. "Good boy."

A soft whine came from Stiles and wasn't that interesting? Peter filed it away for later. For now, he had a mate to mark. Grabbing the hem of Stiles' shirt, Peter pulled it off over the boy's head. Stiles leaned back, bracing himself with his hands against the counter-top. Offering himself to Peter. The wolf licked his lips, hungry and delighted. So much pale skin that was simply begging to be marked. Marked so everybody would know his mate was taken, was his.

He started by kissing Stiles, with all the hunger and passion he was feeling. And then his lips trailed down, along Stiles' jaw, down his neck, over his chest. On his way, he sucked a pink nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth until his mate was a whimpering mess beneath him, bucking up into air, desperate for some friction on his already hard cock. Not yet. Peter grabbed Stiles' hips, holding him down to make him sit still. Stiles made a soft protesting sound, pawing at Peter's chest. That didn't distract Peter too much though, he continued down Stiles' torso.

Stiles leaned back, gasping. He tried to buck up again, to no avail. Cute. Having some mercy on his mate, Peter opened Stiles' fly and button. The most strangled and wrecked noise escaped Stiles when Peter wrapped his fingers around Stiles' cock to pull it out. He was already hard and weeping. Peter licked his lips, inhaling the sharp scent of his mate's arousal, for the first time allowing himself to relish in that scent and in being the cause of it. His hands grabbed Stiles' hips again to pin him down because something told him that his eager little mate was not going to show a lot of self-control. Bending down, he tilted his head up one last time to look at Stiles.

"Fuck," Stiles groaned. "Don't look at me like that, what the fuck. You can't just. Just be down there and look at me like that. You're going to actually kill me."

Laughing softly, Peter turned his eyes down to look at the prize. Opening wide, he wrapped his lips around it, swallowing him whole in one go, just to drive his mate a little more crazy. A delightful string of curses came from Stiles, the boy's thighs trembling.

Peter bobbed his head, slow and torturous, the flat of his tongue teasing the underside of Stiles' dick. He drew it out for a while, until the cursing slipped into whines and even pleas. Pleas sounded good coming from his boy. He pulled off, earning him a desperate sob, but he soothed Stiles by teasingly licking the head of it. And then he swallowed him once more. Maybe he'd teased his mate enough, at least for now. So he decided to wrap it up, picking up the pace and teasing all the spots that had given him the sweetest noises earlier.

"Peter, Pe—eter, I-" Stiles' voice broke, a moan interrupting him.

Peter hummed around Stiles' cock, trying to encourage his mate. The vibrations of his throat were the final tipping point for Stiles, the boy coming with a broken out sob before sinking down on the counter-top. Once Stiles was done coming, Peter pulled off his softening cock, giving it a last cleaning lick. He offered Stiles a smirk, licking his lips like a pleasantly sated man.

"Holy fuck," Stiles' voice was raspy and Peter thought that suited him. "That was… definitely better than my right hand. Wow. I… uh… Wow."

"Very eloquent, sweetheart," Peter smirked, pleased by having put his mate into this state.

He bent over to steal a kiss, causing Stiles to make a small noise as he could taste himself on Peter's tongue. Fingers curled into the hair at the base of Peter's neck, Stiles having laid his arms around Peter once more, pulling him close. In return, Peter wrapped his arms around Stiles' waist.

"How do you feel, Bambi?" Peter asked softly against Stiles' lips. "Up for more, or was this enough for now? It's perfectly fine if you want to tab out."

"Is it weird that I find it really fucking hot how you keep checking in with me and with what I want?" Stiles blinked, slow and curious. "I'm good. I may be legal but I am still a teenager with teenage hormones, Peter. And I have been thinking about you fucking me for months so I will absolutely not go 'nah, I'm good, let's do the dicking down another time'."

Peter chuckled, dragging his lips along Stiles' jaw once more, drawn to his mate's neck. He nibbled it, careful not to bite, not even with his blunt human teeth. He wasn't going to claim his mate just yet, especially not without Stiles' say-so. Still, he felt drawn to that neck and he did want to mark it.

"Hold on tight," Peter instructed, slipping his hands down to Stiles' ass. "Legs too."

A small, confused noise came from Stiles, at least until Peter grabbed his ass and pulled him off the counter and against his chest. On instinct did Stiles wrap his legs around Peter, clinging onto the werewolf. For a moment, Stiles stared at Peter with those captivating, large doe-eyes.

"Oh fuck, werewolf strength," Stiles muttered as Peter carried him off with ease. "That's hot."

"I'm not going to actually fuck you in the kitchen," Peter raised one eyebrow. "Well. Not for our first time, at least. Another time perhaps. But taking you for the first time? My bed."

Stiles made another small noise, nodding. It was endearing how much Peter seemed to steal Stiles' ability to talk, considering that usually, nothing could shut Stiles up. Adjusting his pretty prey a little in his arms, Peter captured Stiles' lips in yet another kiss. Once in the bedroom, Peter spread his mate out on his bed. It was hard, stepping away from Stiles, but he had to if he wanted to get rid of his own clothes and he needed to do that so they could get to the fun part. While he stripped down, he was acutely aware of Stiles' heated, hungry gaze on him. Once naked, Peter was delighted to note the wide eyes and open mouth. A very cute look on Stiles, even more so when he was half-naked and laying on Peter's bed. Speaking of, Peter grabbed Stiles' pants to fully pull them down, then also removing his underwear, until he had his mate naked in his bed. Perfect.

"You're gorgeous, sweetheart," Peter's voice was a low purr. "Spread your legs for me."

The request was quickly followed and Peter was happy to take a seat between Stiles' legs. He reached one hand out for his nightstand to get the lube and a condom out. After rolling the condom over his own aching erection, he generously coated his fingers in lube and reached down between Stiles' legs. His mate's hole twitched under his touch, soft like velvet and so inviting.

"Relax for me, Bambi," Peter whispered, keeping his voice gentle and soothing. "This is-"

"Yeah, no, I've, you know," Stiles blushed furiously. "Played with myself. I absolutely do not need a play by play on this, this part I am familiar with."

"You have?" Peter tilted his head intrigued. "And what might you have thought about…?"

Stiles snorted and gave him a look. "Oh, your ego so doesn't need that stroking."

A broad grin spread over Peter's lips, since Stiles had just stroked his ego by implicitly admitting that he'd been fingering himself while thinking about Peter. And didn't that picture sent jolts of pleasure through the wolf? A primal growl rumbled in his chest as he pushed into Stiles, his mate eagerly sucking him in. Simply perfect, just made for him. Peter nuzzled Stiles' neck, sucking another mark onto it while opening Stiles up. Nice and slow, one finger at first, only adding another when Stiles seemed to get more desperate. By the time he had three fingers knuckles-deep inside Stiles, Peter was painfully hard. Not yet though. He'd meant what he had said earlier.

"Oh, fuck, you're actually going to make me beg for it, aren't you?" Stiles groaned and collapsed back onto the bed. "You're an ass, Peter Hale. Please, please, please fuck me, I really absolutely desperately need you to fuck me, I want you inside me so badly, please. Enough consent, or do you want me to like sign something for you? Just fuck me already."

Oh, how much Peter loved his snarky little mate. Kissing the inside of Stiles' thigh, Peter pulled his fingers out. His grip on Stiles' thighs was tight but careful. As much as he wanted to mark his mate, he did not want to accidentally hurt him with his werewolf-strength. He eased his way into the tight heat of his lover, his eyes fixated on Stiles' face, set on memorizing the stunning expression on his mate's face as Peter fucked into him. It was captivating. Still, once he was fully inside Stiles, he didn't have it in himself to draw it out and torment them both. They'd waited too long for this.

"Mine," Peter whispered into Stiles' ear as he fucked Stiles with abandon. "My mate."

"Ye—es," Stiles moaned, wrapping his arms around Peter's neck to hold onto, to ground himself. "Yes, yes, yes, yours, yours, fully just yours, fuck."

Picking up the pace, Peter angled his thrusts to hit that spot inside Stiles that gave him the sweetest noises, until they both came, at nearly the same moment, Stiles coming untouched just from Peter coming inside him. They were both gasping for breath when Peter laid down beside Stiles, discarded of the used condom and then pulled his mate close enough to hold and kiss. His.

"Explaining this to Malia is future Stiles' problem," Stiles declared sleepily. "Good night."

Peter froze, eyes widening. He had to explain this to his very protective-of-her-friends daughter.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: So interesting thing I realized about Steter. I am really into smut and kinks for them (this is a surprise to me because I don't feel that way about Sterek, I don't see Sterek as kinky at all. Meanwhile I want to see Steter fuck nasty. Though since this was my first Steter smut, I kept it tame-ish).

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