Teen Wolf Imagines and Oneshots

Stiles x Peter | Anothers Treasure, If You Don't Polish It.

Stiles woke the morning after the mission alone. He could remember the night before. The strong hands and growls and the heat- fuck the heat.

But now he was alone. He got out of Derek's bed and went down stairs to find the house empty. He grumbled lightly and left not long after. He needed a shower and a nap. The mission and angry sex tuckered him out completely.

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Derek completely ignored Stiles after that night. It made him so mad, that he had been used as a fuck toy and thrown aside to be ignored. To think he lost his virginity to a booty call. It made him feel a bit...pathetic really.

Everyone noticed Stiles foul mood. Scott scowled at Derek often because of it, while the others in the pack were neutral about the silent alpha and frustrated human. Lydia wasn't exactly happy after she heard what happened.

"That asshole! You deserve so much better, Stiles, he doesn't deserve you." She had said. Then again, she also said, "I can't believe you jumped into bed so quickly though, you little slut!" She had said it jokingly, but it didn't feel like a joke to Stiles. Was he that easy to fool into the bedroom?

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Peter noticed Stiles mood almost instantly. He smelt it on him the morning after as he was chilling out in his room. Peter knew Stiles was feeling unloved and under appreciated after Derek's attention was not on him. He used it to his advantage actually.

It started with subtle gestures, a few comforting touches and soft, sweet words he said just loud enough for Stiles to 'accidentally' here. Stiles latched onto it like a puppy to a new owner.

"Derek's loss really." Peter said one morning, out of the blue. "He really doesn't understand how amazing a humans affections can be."

"I know right? Derek can be such an emotionally stunted man-child sometimes." Stiles ranted with a pout, sipping his tea across from Peter. Stiles had popped by for an evening cup of tea (or coffee in Peter's case) unannounced, and Peter was lucky enough to be completely alone with the boy for once.

"Indeed. If I had a chance to... Never mind." He feigned a shy disinterest.

"A chance to what? Com'n man, we've been doing evening drinks for a good two weeks now, you can tell me anything." Stiles grinned, holding his cup up as it to air-clink their mugs.

"Well...If I had a chance to feel such human affections, I wouldn't let them slip away like he did." He hummed inconspicuously, sipping his coffee. Ah, bitter like my soul, he thought in amusement.

"Wouldn't, huh...?" Stiles looked down at his almost empty mug thoughtfully, quiet for once, and Peter knew he'd baited the boy now. All he had to do was hook and reel in...

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Two weeks after that conversation, he found Stiles soaking wet on his porch. Derek had left to Scott's house, probably to pester him about God knows what.

"What are you doing?" Peter said with a raised brow.

"Hoping you'll let this soaked kitten inside." Stiles grumbled, shivering from his wet clothes, completely soaked to the bone with icy rain.

"I don't like cats." Peter teased, leaning against the doorframe.

"Soaked puppy then, happy?" Stiles glowered in his state, shuddering harder when thunder rumbled through the sky.