The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

A Problem

Stiles is no virgin, but she’s also never been fucked so intensely, so, thrillingly, that it feels like she’s never actually been fucked before.

That, those other people she was with, never even came close to making her feel half the things Derek is making her feel right now.

First, Derek had fucked her while standing in the middle of the rug by the fireplace. Stiles was already breathless by the time she first came apart.

His hands had squeezed at her ass, making her wobbling thighs trap his thrusting hips tighter. He squeezed her ass even harder then as he came apart underneath her, shaking and shivering and huffing and groaning and licking and nipping at her skin.

Then, as Stiles was letting out a breathy chuckle, he’d swirled them around and pressed her against the nearest bookshelf.

Stiles had chuckled as a few books had been knocked to the floor behind them. And Derek had grinned cheekily before starting up his deep thrusts again.

Stiles had gasped and moaned and dug her fingers into his meaty shoulders, hanging on for dear life as the shelves behind began to rattle harder and louder.

And next, after they’d come apart against one another again, Derek had pulled her away from the messy shelves and settled her ass over the wooden desk. But of course, not before shoving the neatly stacked papers onto the floor.

Stiles had giggled as Derek had smirked and grabbed her thighs and pulled her forward, back onto his cock.

And now?

Well–Stiles didn’t even know she had this much energy. And she’s still considered to have ADHD.

Yet, here she is, coming apart underneath Derek for the sixth time in the last fricking half hour, and she’s only just beginning to feel slightly drained.

(Though, that’s definitely not going to stop her.)

Stiles grins as he slides his arms under her thighs and lifts her back to him. She wraps her legs around his middle, wraps her arms around his neck. She presses her mouth over his, still grinning as he slips his tongue passed to her own. She hums loudly in satisfaction into the kiss as he begins to rock his hips against hers again.

And then, Derek is swirling them both around again, and biting at her bottom lip with a soft snarl when she laughs into the kiss.

Fuck, he really has never felt happier.

(And it’s not just because of the obvious “guy” reason.)

Stiles lets out a soft gasp, her cheeks filling with more heat as he plops himself down on the couch and his still hard cock jolts softly within her. Her open palms plant themselves over his chest, her lips tugging up in a small smile as she feels his muscles twitch under her fingertips.

Stiles gasps again as his hands firmly grab her hips and he begins to move her against him. Her own hands slide back up to grab at his shoulders, another gasp pulled from her as the tip of his cock drags slow and deliberate over just the right spot inside of her.

Derek stares up at her for a few moments–watches her eyes fluttering, her thighs wobbling, her teeth nipping at her bottom lip, her wild locks moving softly around her, her creamy pale skin tinged with that pink flush he brought out of her...

Derek blinks, grips her hips tighter, moves her a little faster.

She moans and leans forward, and Derek happily slides his arms around her back and pulls her body against his own.

He slides down onto his side, then, slowly drags her underneath him. He presses her back to the couch, shivers again as her legs wrap back around his waist and pull him closer.