Sterek Ficlets

Mister Purdy Butts

Derek leaned back against the couch with a huff. "So, I tried to kiss my boyfriend at the party last night," he said quietly with a glance at his sisters.

Erica smiled as she took a drink of her coffee. "As one does. Why do you look li—" she began but Cora cut her off.

Cora giggled. "Stiles was drunk and told Derek and I quote... 'Woah there missssterrr. Yur sure purdy butts get it butts I have a man. Like a boy man I mean a boyfriend man dude. Wait! Not supposed to call him dude. Whatever point bees no kisses are happe-ding wiv you. Kay?' and Der was all red in the face," she cackled with her hand on her stomach doubling over.

Derek felt the tips of his ears go red but glanced at Erica. "That's what he said alright," he huffed.

Laura looked at her brother and grinned. "So naturally Stiles passed out not long after that conversation. Then you carried him home. Cleaned up the inevitable vomit and him before tucking him into bed?" she inquired knowingly as she sipped her tea.

Derek blushed harder but nodded slowly.

Cora gave a shit eating grin. "Soooooo...When's the wedding?!" she teased.

Stiles shuffled out to the living room rubbing his eyes. "Der?" he whispered.

Laura and Cora looked over and grinned. "Good Morning, Stiles!" they simultaneously said.

Stiles suddenly wide awake at their greeting, squeaked, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around him. "I-I um–" he stammered.

Erica gave a soft chuckled. "At least you're wearing pants now Batman," she teased.

Derek held his hand out which Stiles took before guiding Stiles to sit on his lap and kissed his temple. "Morning sleepyhead," he rumbled happily.

Stiles blushed and purred at the kiss before melting against Derek. "Mmmorning," he said sighing contentedly.

Cora made a face then fixed Stiles with a grin. "Hey Stiles? You can totally have kisses with mister purdy butts now if you want."

Stiles's cheeks flushed deep red. "That actually happened? Fuck! Here I was thinking I was dreaming," he groaned, burying his face against Derek's neck.

Derek wrapped his arms around his mate and laughed. "Nope but at least I know no matter what state my beautiful boyfriend is in, he only wants my purdy butt self."

Stiles groaned embarrassed. "I hate you so much," he stated.

Derek smiled. "No you don't," he stated confidently.

Stiles peeked at him and grinned. "Not a bit," he affirmed before kissing his mate lovingly.

A growl rumbled in Derek's chest as he deepened the kiss hauling Stiles to straddle his lap. Stiles squeaked, a manly squeak of course.

Erica stood up and grabbed her jacket. "On that sickeningly sweet note," she started before hurrying out the door. Laura shook her head with a laugh and followed with Cora picking up the rear.

"Bye now!" she called out before closing the door.

Derek pulled from the kiss pulling a whine out of Stiles. "So my mate. Shall we go have some fun with my purdy butts self?"

Stiles pouted and stuck his tongue out. "You're never going to let that go, are you?"

"Make me forget anyone's name but yours and maybe I will," Derek said challengingly as he nipped Stiles's neck.

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Needless to say an hour later Derek was incoherent, the only sounds being the slap of skin on skin and the only word being said was, "Stiles!"