Tutoring and Teasing Chapter 2: Part 2: Tutored and Tormented, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Tutored and Tormented – Friday Ficlets Series

Tags: m/m, established relationship, True Mates, fluff, f/f

Main Pairing: Peter/Stiles

Side Pairing: Malia/Kira

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura

Summary: The morning after Peter and Stiles got together, Peter finds himself alone at the breakfast table with his daughter, wondering how to explain to her that her best friend is his True Mate.

Tutored and Tormented

Friday Ficlets Series

Last night didn't feel entirely real to Peter still, even as he woke up and went through his morning routine. A year he had spent longing for his mate and now finally, Stiles was his. The boy had blissfully napped on Peter's chest for an hour afterward, before hitting the shower and storming out, cursing about his dad getting home soon. A little frustrating, because Peter would have loved to keep his mate in his arms all night, possibly fuck him again a little later.

The next morning, when Peter sat down at breakfast opposite his daughter, he had to remember Stiles' words from last night. How telling Malia was 'future Stiles' problem'. Yet Peter noted a distinct lack of Stiles in his kitchen today. How very convenient for 'future Stiles', wasn't it.

Malia tilted her head and sniffed the air with a slight frown. "If Stiles can stay over so you can have sex, then Kira should be allowed to stay over too."

Peter froze, eyes widening in horror. He had sucked Stiles off on the counter top last night. In this very kitchen. Everything still smelt like Stiles and pleasure, both their arousal mixed together. He… had forgotten that his werecoyote of a daughter would be able to smell that Peter and Stiles had sex in the common area of their apartment. Or rather, he hadn't even thought about it last night.

"If you're allowed to have sex in our apartment, I should be too," Malia continued, frowning at him.

"You... moved on from the part where I had sex with your best friend really fast."

"Well, yeah," Malia shrugged and stuffed scrambled eggs into her mouth. "He's your mate. I don't know why you waited this long to begin with. I couldn't keep from kissing Kira for as much as a day when I met her and you waited for a year. I was starting to think you didn't want him, which became a problem when he became my friend because I didn't want to have to punch my dad."

Slowly, Peter put his cutlery down and regarded his daughter. "How… do you know?"

Malia blinked at him and then flashed her eyes. "The whole family knows."

"The… How…" Peter looked at her utterly mortified.

"Aunt Talia says that you were being super not subtle about it when they first walked into our pack den. You 'kept staring at the twink like you wanted to jump him in front of everyone', is what she said," Malia scrunched up her nose. "I thought it was really weird, but I guess I got used to it the more often I saw you interact with him. That made accepting it easier."

"How so…?" Peter wanted to know, voice softer now.

"You always protect him," Malia shrugged. "Whatever threat comes at us, whenever we run into you and Derek during a hunt, you always put yourself between him and danger and make sure he's safe. I appreciate that, because that way I can focus on protecting Kira."

And here Peter had thought he was being so subtle and controlled. "What do you mean the whole family though. Why would Talia tell you this."

"Oh, she didn't do that willingly," Malia tilted her head. "Uncle Aaron badgered her about it for like three weeks before she cracked during family dinner. He said that you have been 'so weird and off lately' and he wanted to know why. You were in San Francisco for Left Hand business that night."

Peter inhaled, slow and deep, trying to calm himself down. His siblings had conspired against him and now the whole family knew he had found his mate. Why had nobody talked to him about it?

"Why was this not brought to my attention by… anybody?"

"Oh, Cora wanted to tell you. Mostly to tease you about it. But uncle Damon said that True Mates are a very special thing and that it is your decision when to tell us, or your mate for that matter."

Bless Talia's husband. Peter rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache build up.

"And you're… okay with the fact that your best friend, , who is your age, is my mate?"

Malia shrugged. "It's a little weird, sure. But I have Kira, I know what the bond feels like. I know it's not something you choose or control. So if Stiles is as perfect for you as Kira is for me, why shouldn't I be okay with it? I guess I'm glad that your mate is not some douche I can't stand. Instead, this just means I get to see my second favorite person more often, right?"

The smallest smile tugged on Peter's lips as he nodded a little. "Yes, that's what it means."

"Good," Malia nodded pleased and then turned a bit more serious. "Stiles is my second favorite person, which means that if you hurt him in any way, even unintentionally by being an idiot, I will have to punch you, even if you're my dad. He outranks you."

"Threat received," Peter's lips pursed in amusement.

"So," Malia blinked at him. "If Stiles is allowed to come over so you can have sex, then Kira should be allowed to come over so I can have sex with her too. That's only fair, this is our den."

"Okay. Fine. I suppose I'd rather you two have sex in our apartment, where you're both safe, than you sneaking around outside. Heaven knows nothing will make you two stop having sex."

Malia perked up at that and got up. She fished out her phone, but before she left the kitchen to surely call Kira and tell her the good news, she paused one last time to turn toward him.

"No more sex in the kitchen though," Malia scrunched up her face. "It reeks and it's weird. I don't want to smell what Stiles and you smell like when you have sex."

"Understood," Peter ducked his head like a chastised child. "The same goes for you though. Let's… all keep all sexual things to our respective bedrooms. Deal?"

Nodding pleased, Malia dialed and left the kitchen. Heaving a deep breath, Peter sank down on his seat. So his entire family had known that he'd found his mate, even though he had thought he was so stealthy. Furrowing his brows, he got his own phone out to call his apprentice.

"Uncle Peter," Derek grunted, sounding sleepy. "What's wrong?"

"You knew that Stiles is my mate."

Silence, then a grunt. "…Was I not supposed to know? You smell of awe and adoration every time he shows up. It's worse when you reek of arousal because of something he does. Mom told us why a couple months ago and I guess that appeased me a little. Still makes working with you unbearable whenever Cora and her friends show up though."

Peter rubbed at his face in frustration. Stealthy, suave Left Hand of the Hale Pack that he was… Well, he supposed, at least he wouldn't have to break the news of his barely off-age mate to anyone in the family on account of everyone already knowing. Small mercies.

/break\

"You're in a good mood today, Stiles," Kira smiled at Stiles. "Actually, not just today."

Stiles' grin practically split his lips. He was so not going to tell his best research buddy that yeah he got dicked down by the man of his dreams and it vastly improved his mood for the rest of the week. Today was Friday though and he was due to tutor Malia again. Kira had been out sick when this topic had been covered in class and though she'd gotten Lydia's notes back then, she figured it would be good to sit in on today's tutoring session. She also wanted to sneak some girlfriend time, Stiles was acutely aware of that and had told her, very sternly, not to distract his student.

"Nothing special," Stiles shrugged. "Nothing has tried to kills us in two weeks. Always a win."

"Says the one who usually drags us toward danger," Kira looked at him doubtfully. "You're always eager whenever it's murderous because that means we'll run into Malia's dad. Oh! That's why you're happy, right? With the tutoring, you get to see your crush more often."

She giggled and bumped her shoulder into his. He blushed furiously, ducking his head. He'd been so sure that Lydia was the only one who had caught on with that. He'd been so subtle and stealthy!

"Why would you… how do you…" Stiles made a soft noise.

"Stiles," Kira blinked at him. "Fifty percent of our friends are weres. Scott and Cora have spent a considerable amount of their time complaining about how horny you smell around Mister Hale."

Cora. Peter's niece. Stiles' eyes widened. The third were in their friend group was Peter's daughter.

"Does Malia know? Does she hate me?" Stiles blurted out fearfully. "Oh god, she probably does-"

"Of course not. Malia adores you," Kira frowned at him. "You're her second favorite person, after me. Everybody knows that. It's a big point of contest for practically all of her family."

Okay. Okay, good. So Malia didn't hate him. She knew he was horny for her dad but she didn't hate him. Good, very good. How was he going to break it to her that it was no longer just lusting from afar though…? He kept racking his brain about it all the way up to the penthouse and even as the door opened and Malia stood in front of him, he was still trying to figure it out.

"Hey, Ki," Malia smiled brightly and pulled her mate into a kiss that went on for too long.

They only parted when Stiles cleared his throat rather pointedly. Malia grabbed him and hauled him into the living room. Peter was sitting on the armchair in the corner, reading a book. The happy giddy feeling in Stiles stuttered when he realized he couldn't just walk over and kiss his mate…

"Do you want to stay over tonight? Since tomorrow is Saturday," Malia asked Kira eagerly.

Kira's eyes darting to Peter. "Is… Is that really okay? I know you said so on the phone, but…"

Malia looked at her dad while pointing at Stiles. "If Kira can stay over, Stiles can stay over too."

Stiles froze like a deer in the headlights. What? Peter made a grimace and put his book down.

Malia turned toward Stiles. "I already told dad, but just so you know too: No more sex in the kitchen. I don't want to smell that during breakfast again. Understood?"

Stiles' eyes widened in horror, while Kira squealed and Peter looked as though he'd just had an aneurysm. Getting up, Peter walked over to Stiles to rest a hand on his cheek, looking apologetic.

"So, Malia realized what happened when we had breakfast the next day," Peter cleared his throat.

"I forgot my best friend is a werecoyote and would be able to smell what we did in the kitchen," Stiles whispered mortified. "Oh god, I fully forgot…"

"If it helps," Peter offered a wry smile. "I forgot that too. We got, ah, a little carried away there."

He rested a hand on Stiles' hip, the other in Stiles' neck, slowly dunning down it and over Stiles' arm. Scent-marking him. Okay, Stiles had been right, that felt infinitely hotter when it was someone he was into. Stiles leaned up to brush his nose and cheek against Peter's, making the wolf purr.

"Oh wow," Kira whispered. "Uhm. So. Mal, why don't we go to your room for a moment-?"

Stiles pushed off of Peter. "Absolutely not. I'm here to tutor you. If I let you walk into that bedroom right now, there will be sex and we won't get anything done. Tutoring now, sex later. For everyone."

He aimed a shit-eating grin at Peter, who offered a bemused and fond smile in return. Because Stiles had just understood that right, right? He was now allowed to stay over and have sex with his mate, right? Because Malia was apparently okay with it? Damn, that worked out well. Past Stiles was wrong, it had not been future Stiles' problem at all. Very nice.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: It's funny, since I posted the original shot, I got asked so often to write about Malia finding out and always said I wouldn't, but last week I was suddenly overcome with the desire that yeah no I should write that. So! I hope that was satisfying ;) Also I'm considering a third installment where Stiles and Peter actually seal their matebond