This is my apology for yesterday and Girl!Stiles. I'm honestly surprised I only got one flame; I thought I would get more. So if you guys don't totally hate me, this is my peace offering. If you do I'm sorry but I invoked the use of my artistic licence. Forgive me?
The wonderful Dereksgirl24 requested this one, the idea is totally hers, I just added some meat to the bones. This isn't beta'd so if you notice any mistakes, let me know. I'm not going to make a habit of this Daddy thing, we just thought it would be funny for the rest of the pack to find out about Derek's Daddy thing.
Be sure to check out the AN at the bottom (if you get that far).
I don't own Teen Wolf.
Stiles woke alone in bed, which was strange. Usually he was first up to organise breakfast and school and whatever else was going on in the house before they left for the day. The pack was sometimes a little scatter-brained and needed a helping hand. All the time. Whatever. Stiles lifted his head and the sight of a thick line of snow on the windowsill greeted him. Huh, it was snowing.
Then Stiles remembered it was the Christmas holidays. Derek came out of the bathroom and crawled back into bed. 'Timesit?' Stiles muttered.
'Early.' Derek said snuggling up Stiles' back. 'Go to sleep.'
'Kay.' Stiles said, his eyelids already being closed.
He felt Derek shift a while later and move out of bed. Stiles made grabby hands at him but it didn't work and he heard the bedroom door close softly.
'Abandoned me for a stupid run. Hope you get hypothermia.' Stiles muttered shifting until he was on the warm patch Derek left behind, face pressed into Derek's pillow. He really needed to get up, because there was so much to do and he wanted this Christmas to be as perfect as the last one. He had decorating to organise, he needed to check if all the secret Santa gifts had been taken care of and he wanted to wash all the bed sheets.
'M not mommy.' He told himself as he dragged himself to the bathroom.
He was more awake when the smell of coffee hit his nostrils halfway down the stairs. 'Hello lover.' He muttered, swinging himself around the banister towards the kitchen, where he could hear strange noises. 'Where have you been all my life?'
Allison or Danny must be making breakfast. He rounded the corner and…
Derek was making breakfast. There was a smudge of flour on his left pec and more on his cheek as he whisked a bowl of batter.
'Are you making breakfast for the pack Daddy?' Stiles asked in an amused voice coming behind Derek to kiss his shoulder. Derek rarely cooked, just made everyone else do it. His favourite meal to make, however, was breakfast.
In hindsight, Stiles should have chosen his words a little more carefully because suddenly he was pressed against the counter, Derek's leg lifting him so he was riding Derek's thigh and Derek's hands were down his sleep pants, digging harshly into his ass.
'Fuck.' He hissed as Derek bit his shoulder. He could feel Derek's cock through the material of his own sleep pants rubbing against his hip. Derek hoisted him higher, bringing their cocks in line.
It was going to be messy, Stiles realised, when Derek was panting harshly in his ear, and Stiles muttered 'Bad Daddy' which got a whine from Derek. He didn't realise how messy until he reached a hand back to steady himself and the almost full bag of flour went everywhere. There was a thin layer of flour on every surface, much like the snow covered ground outside.
They both paused for a minute, before laughing. Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek's hips and buried his red face in Derek's neck as Derek rubbed against him again, still giggling. There was a thump, a rumble then a voice.
'What the hell is going on in here?' Scott shouted horrified. Stiles looked up, eyes wide. The rest of the pack was dressed, holding bags of what Stiles assumed were breakfast. Lydia and Allison looked particularly interested in the position their Alpha was in with Stiles while Danny shifted uncomfortably.
'Um.' Stiles said. Derek was still humping a little and Stiles was slapping his shoulder, but Derek just growled and ignored him. Stiles closed his eyes, Derek was so far gone that even the pack watching didn't distract him, but then Derek had told Stiles once that some Alpha's like to mate in front of the pack to both show off their partner and display their sexual powers. Stiles really didn't want that to happen!
'Oh my god Derek what are you doing to Mommy!' Jackson cried coming into the room before bursting into a fit of giggles.
Stiles scowled.
'Can't you see I'm busy with Daddy?' He snapped. Derek did as well.
'OUT!' He roared. 'Get out now or you'll get to see what mounting a mate should look like.' He said pushing Stiles to the kitchen floor while the boys fled, dragging their reluctant girlfriends with them.
'Oh gods Derek please don't use the butter.' Stiles whined when he saw what was in Derek's hand. Someone, Stiles figured Scott, made a gagging noise in the hallway and suddenly the front door slammed. Derek just smirked as he held Stiles wrists in one hand and slipped his butter coated fingers down Stiles' body.
Stiles closed his eyes. His relationship with butter and his kitchen would never be the same again.
'You know what they say.' Derek said. 'A slave in the bedroom and a whore in the kitchen.'
'Shut up. Daddy.'
Ok so my bff demanded I write her a story for Christmas (it's not TW) and I'm halfway through, so I got to thinking. If you want to leave me a request or idea for some sort of short fic I'll try to fulfil it for you for Christmas as my Christmas gift for all the awesome reviews I receive from you. I know it's early but I need time to work on it. I can't promise I'll fulfil them all, but I'll try my absolute best to do so, so yeah, request away. (Also it doesn't have to be Derek/Stiles)