a Whole Lotta Smut

thabks giving jizz

Stiles welcomed the cool breeze that came from the open window into the hot kitchen. Small beads of sweat were forming on his forehead as he stood over the food on the stove, making sure everything was cooking right.

Hands rested on his hips as he worked on mashing the potatoes. He tried his best to ignore the way Derek’s thumbs rubbed circles through his shirt and the soft kisses he dropped on his neck.

“Der, I can’t do this right now. The pack will be here in an hour and I still have to finish cooking.”

His reasoning landed on deaf ears as Derek started to nip at his pulse point. Stiles allowed his eyes to slip closed for a mere second before he snapped them back open.

He wasn’t going to let Derek distract him, at least that was his plan.

“Here, try these.” He dipped his finger into the bowl of mashed potatoes and spun around to face Derek, holding his finger out for him to try the food.

Derek smirked and wrapped his lips around the digit, holding eye contact with his husband as he teasingly sucked the creamy potatoes from his finger.

Stiles’ breath hitched in his throat as his lower area twitched in excitement at the act Derek was performing on his finger.

Derek rolled his hips against Stiles’ hips as he continued to lick his tongue along the length of his finger. He pushed the boys shirt up to his chest until Stiles had to remove his finger from the warm heat of his lovers mouth to lift his arms over his head; the shirt being tossed to the floor by their feet.

He attached his lips to the pulse point again, recreating the bruise that had started to heal and fade away. Underneath him, Stiles had reduced to nothing but quiet moans of pleasure and pleading for more.

Stiles gripped the back of Derek’s shirt in his hands as the older male kept pressing their dicks together through the fabric of their jeans, causing his moans to grow louder with each thrust of the hips.

Derek abruptly removed himself from his husbands’ body, earning a whimper from the man, to rip off his own shirt before forcing himself back against him, teeth biting at different areas on his chest.

With his back now exposed, Stiles wasted no time in sinking his blunt nails into the flesh. The slight sting of the pain made Derek thrust faster against his boy’s member.

“Feels…so good.” Stiles moaned into the air, tossing his head back as his back arched at the good feeling Derek was bringing him.

After three more thrusts from Derek, the two lovers were releasing into their jeans.

“Wow, thanks for that.” Stiles praised his mate, picking his shirt up off the floor.

Derek placed a kiss to his cheek. “That was only a taste. I’m going to wreck you later. Happy Thanksgiving, babe.”

Stiles stared wide eyed at Derek as he watched him walk up to the stairs to their bedroom, his dick jerking again in his jeans at the words.

“It smells like sex in here.”

Stiles broke from his trance when he heard Scott. His cheeks flushed a deep red in embarrassment and looked shamefully at his friends.

“Uh, happy Thanksgiving?”

Creds to: again i dont know anonymous author

Note: the original total was something diffrent I think it was Thanksgiving rub down but I dont like that name so yeah