The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

Howled At You

Stiles gets lost in the sensations–his hands palming at her tits, the hard muscles of his torso contracting against her back, his heated wet kisses and nips at the back and sides of her neck, his thighs twitching under her own, and his cock pressing deep up into her as she slowly rocks her hips back against his, and her ass squeezing against his pelvis with every roll of her own.

Derek huffs her hair out of the way, then, delves down to suck another pink mark into her skin.

(Until he even talks to her about mating bites–mouthing at her skin, every chance he gets, will simply have to do for now.)

He groans in response to her sweet little moan, gives her breasts a small squeeze, and shivers against her when she moans louder and bucks her hips a little faster.

Her hands slide up his forearms to grip over his own hands gripping at her breasts and Derek continues to suck as many little marks onto her pretty skin as he can (while he still can–she’s surely going to slap him for it later, yet, he definitely still thinks, worth it.)

Stiles gasps as he slides one hand down her stomach and presses a thumb over her clit. She stutters in her movements, almost falling forward in her complete bliss.

But her wolf is snarling playfully as he slides his other arm around her belly and pulls her back to his chest.

“Enjoying yourself?” Derek mumbles quietly, and Stiles can just hear the stupid smug shit grin in his voice.

Stiles glares at the fireplace, just a few feet in front of her, while softly snapping back with, “I was.”

She (poorly) fights back a grin when he laughs quietly and the sound vibrates softly into her hair and against her ear when he presses his mouth to the spot just underneath.

Derek lightly kisses his way across the backs of her shoulders and the back of her neck. His hands grip her hips as he whispers against her temple, “Keep going.”

He smiles and presses a soft kiss to the ball of her shoulder at the sound of her soft moan.

Stiles’ mouth slowly falls open, her eyes fluttering shut as he slowly moves her over his cock. She moves back against him, squeezing her pussy around him with each rock forward, and smiles faintly to herself as he groans loudly, and buries his nose in her hair, and brings his hands back up to squeeze firmly at her tits.

With every roll of her hips, and every press of her ass against his lap, and every squeeze of her tight warm soaked cunt, Derek can feel the tight coil in his belly almost ready to snap. He noses her hair quickly out of the way, suckles a half fanged out kiss into the side of her neck, and groans as she shivers and whispers his name desperately out.

A sharp gasp escapes Stiles when Derek suddenly grips at her hips and lifts her up before he presses her stomach onto the couch.

Stiles grabs the nearest pillow within reach and presses her face firmly into it as he lets out a snarl and snaps his hips forward.

There’s a split second where Derek’s eyes widen in horror at how roughly he just manhandled her...but then, as soon as his cock pounds into her and she lets out a deep guttural moan, and Derek smells the spike of her sweet arousal...

Well, then, finally, ‘all bets are off...’

“Ohhh, my f-fuck...” Stiles sputters and moans loudly into the pillow as he frigging ploughs into her from behind.

At her words, he lets out another snarl, grips her hips tighter and fucks her faster and harder.

Stiles lets her eyes fall shut with a blissful smile on her face, the sound of skin smacking skin and his breathy growls and groans filling her ears and lulling her further into her bliss.