Sterek Ficlets

Teasing Daddy

Stiles was in the kitchen making pancakes and waffles. Derek came in and smiled just watching for a bit.

"You're not as good at sneaking up on me as you used to be, Sourwolf," Stiles teased, glancing at him and Derek smiled at the way the sun caught his eyes.

He walked over and wrapped his arms around Stiles's waist planting a kiss on the back of his neck.

"Maybe not. I just love admiring you," he murmured before kissing Stiles's neck again.

Stiles blushed and cleared his throat. "Well, I am adorable."

Derek hummed in agreement. "Mm. Yes. Adorable. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Sexy. Smart. Brave." Derek punctuated each word with a kiss to Stiles's neck.

Stiles let out a sigh just short of a moan and turned to face Derek beaming. "I love you." Derek tried to suppress a laugh resulting in a pout from Stiles. "What? Me loving you isn't funny."

"No but the flour on your face is," he laughed as he brushed it off before kissing Stiles. "Now I have to shower before work. I love you too."

Stiles grinned and turned back to the stove.

Derek smirked and smacked him on the ass before heading to the shower as Stiles let out a soft moan after a squeak. "Damn you Derek," he muttered fondly under his breath.

The bathroom door closed and then the sound of two sets of feet grew louder.

"Daddy!" their five-year-old, Luna squealed.

"Morning Daddy!" their eight-year-old, Liddy greeted.

Stiles turned the heat down on the stove and turned around pulling each of his girls into a hug. "Morning my loves. How'd you sleep?"

"Good," the two girls chorused.

"That's great. Go take a seat and I'll have breakfast ready in just a second," he said before standing up and turning back to the stove. The girls hurried over to the table and took their seats.

Stiles had a bite of his pancake on the way to his mouth when he noticed Luna was looking at him, her brows knit together. "What's wrong sweetheart?" he asked.

"Did you have a bad dream, Daddy?" she inquired quietly.

"No honey. I didn't. Why do you ask?" he set his fork down in favor of facing his daughter as he took a drink.

Liddy quickly spoke up. "She was worried because when we're scared and have a nightmare, we call out for daddy too," she stated matter of factly.

Stiles nearly choked on his pancake just as Derek was coming back. "O-Oh. Well, I'm alright and I didn't have a nightmare," he stammered.

Luna spoke up. "Daddy, drink some water. Don't choke!" she scolded.

Derek shot Stiles a grin. "He's not choking sweetheart. Not anymore," he smirked slyly.

Stiles's jaw dropped. "Derek Hale! That's not appro-..." he started before Derek cut him off.

"You swallowed..." Stiles's eyes widened and then Derek continued. "...the pancake. So, you're alright."

Stiles glared his cheeks bright red.

Derek winked and then looked at their daughters. "Alright. Time for school."

The girls kissed Stiles's cheek and then Derek's before grabbing their backpacks, taking each other's hands and heading to wait for the bus. Stiles ignored Derek as he cleansed up after breakfast.

*~*

Stiles curled up in bed and Derek wrapped his arms around him, but Stiles turned to face him and sighed as Derek spoke. "I'm sorry Moon of My Life. I was just teasing," he said, voice laced with sincerity.

Stiles nodded his fingers tracing Derek's pec. "I know and you've gotten too damn good at it. So now what am I to do? Can't stay mad at you," he muttered petulantly.

"We could always just not do that kind of sex anymore," Derek suggested.

Stiles's eyes went wide, and he pouted. "So, you don't want to be daddy anymore? Such a shame. I had great plans."

Derek let a growl rumble. "What plans?"

"You want to know my plans don't you daddy?" Stiles purred out.

"Absolutely baby boy."

Stiles whispered in Derek's ear and Derek groaned. "Laura is taking the kids this weekend. Just you and me. Yes?"

Stiles pulled himself flush against his husband. "Yes daddy," he said in a voice like velvet.