Teen Wolf Imagines.

frostbite./ malia tate*

* MEANS SMUT

"If the heat doesn't come back on in five minutes I am going to fucking freeze to death," the sound of your girlfriend's voice came from across the room. You looked over at her, humored to see that she was bundled up within three blankets.
"Malia, you're a baby," you told her, a laugh escaping you.
The brunette rolled her eyes at you. "Easy for you to say, you weren't robbed of your warm fur like me," she shot back, shivering beneath the layers of fabric.
"Good point. I could make some tea if you want," you suggested, rising from your seat on the couch. Malia only shook her head, blowing a breath past her pink lips.
"You know how much I hate tea," she spoke, but her face lit up, "but, you could always make hot chocolate."
You grinned at her. "Absolutely."
"I'd help you make it, but I'm too cold," came her excuse.
You shook your head at her antics, and then turned on your heel, headed for the kitchen. The heat in your small apartment had stopped working, and of course it had to be on the coldest night of the year. You were tolerating it, having slipped on a pair of slippers and a few layers of clothes. But unfortunately, poor Malia wasn't as lucky. Having spent half her life as a coyote with a warm fur coat, she didn't handle cold so well.
Humming to yourself, you riffled through the kitchen cabinets until you located the cocoa packets. In a matter of minutes, you'd prepared two mugs of hot chocolate. You dusted some cinnamon on top, knowing how much Malia liked cinnamon in her hot chocolate, and you headed back into the chilly living room.
"Here," you announced, placing a mug on the table next to the loveseat she was sitting on.
She smiled warmly. "Thanks. Now sit by me, I need you to keep me warm," she coaxed, patting the cushion beside her. You happily obliged, snuggling into the blankets she had wrapped around herself. You absently sipped on your chocolatey drink, letting out a soft sigh.\
"Didn't you call the apartment owner and let him know about the heat being broken?" Your girlfriend inquired with the quirk of a well groomed eyebrow.
"Yeah, but he can't be here until tomorrow," came your response.
"Ugh, great. I'll probably die of frostbite in the meantime," she grumbled, holding tightly to her mug as she sipped its contents.
"Oh, relax. We can survive one night without heat."
"Maybe you can, but I can't. So long babe, it was nice knowing you." She pressed her hand over her heart, feigning despair.
At that, an idea came to your mind. You looked at her, a smirk tugging at your lips as you leaned close to her, so close you could smell the redolence of the sweet body wash she'd used earlier that day. "I know exactly how to warm you up."
Malia was all ears then, her eyes going wide. "Do you mean what I think you mean?" She innocently questioned, though you knew she wasn't so naive as to suspect otherwise.
"What do you think?" You replied without missing a beat.
"Well," she began, "it sounds insanely tempting, but it would require me to emerge from my blanket fortress and I will freeze."
You only shook your head, wisps of hair falling against your face. "Who said it had to be without blankets?"
With that in mind, you darted your hand beneath the fabric, coming in contact with Malia's thigh. You glided your fingers over the material of her pajama pants, watching as her eyes fluttered, arousal emitting from deep within her.
Without hesitation, you dipped your hand into her pants, sneaking past the barrier her underwear created. She parted her thighs, wanting to give you as much access as she could. She was already damp, her sensitive skin slick to the touch.
You bit your lip, skillfully moving your fingers until you located her clit. She shuddered at the contact, your name falling from her lips, lips that were so lovely they could be compared the the very petals of a rose.
"Does that feel good?" You purred, nuzzling the slope of her neck.
"Y-yes," she hummed, leaning her head to the side to give you more access to the flesh of her neck. You slowly kissed the skin, making sure to graze your teeth against it. Malia lurched beside you, her mouth falling open, gentle whimpers coming from within her throat.
Deciding not to let her get too comfortable, you shifted your hand, dipping your ring and middle fingers into the very center of her being, curling upwards sharply. "Oh my god," she breathed, her hand connecting with your arm as she held you tightly.
"Do you want me to make you come, babe?" You whispered, your breath warm against her flushed skin.
"Yes please," she whimpered, shifting beneath your touch.
"How badly do you want it?"
"So bad." Her eyes were shut now, her body fighting to hold on to the fire that was igniting in her belly.
You brought your fingers back to her clit, tracing figure eights against it, hoping to bring her to her orgasm. A small whine came to life in the back of her throat, and her head fell against the back of the loveseat. Her chest was heaving, and you knew she was on the bring when her fingernails turned into sets of jagged claws.
You smirked at that, loving the way she was trembling beside you. Then, all at once, she reached her high, a yelp tearing itself from her. Her back arched, every muscle in her body writhing and pulsing.
She gasped your name, finally coming down from the intensity. You withdrew your hand from her, placing your fingers into your mouth and sucking the dampness from them, the taste of her arousing you all the more.
"You...are so amazing," she sighed, a serene smile gracing her face. You returned the smile, deciding that the amber eyed girl looked the most beautiful after orgasm. She seemed to be glowing, as if all the stars in the galaxy had just settled against her skin.
"See?" you mused, "I told you I could warm you up."
Then a sultry smile appeared on her face. "Now you should let me do the same to you."
"Gladly."
Instead of using her hand like you thought she would, she moved the settle on her knees, her hand touching your chest, pushing you so you were on your back. With a seductive arch of an eyebrow, she hooked her fingers into the waistbands of your pants and underwear, sliding them down your thighs effortlessly.
She was granted full access to you now, and you could tell she absolutely loved it. She swooped down, guiding her rosy tongue up your slick core, humming to herself in the process. She placed her cool hands against your hips, holding you still as she went to work.
Her lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves, sucking harshly and causing you to gasp in pleasure. She looked up at you through a lazy gaze, gauging your reaction to her touch. You slipped your hands down to her head, entangling your fingers with her dark hair.
Malia knew exactly what she was doing, her tongue gliding over just the right spot. She was relentless, wanting to make you experience just as much pleasure as you'd made her feel just moments earlier.
Her touch was soft, hands sliding over you like satin. You were unraveling beneath her, your body seeming to climb an endless peak that would eventually send you plummeting downwards. "M-Malia," you hissed, your head rolling back against the cushion beneath you.
She moaned against you, the vibrations sending more pleasure rocketing through you. You were stuck in a feverish haze, your eyes falling shut as you lost contact with everything but that very moment. You tugged at Malia's hair, feeling your muscles growing tense.
You were so incredibly close, your senses becoming in tune with every little movement. Every breath, every moan, every stroke of wicked tongue against dampened heat. You were agonizingly close to reaching your high, and you let Malia know this.
"Oh, please," you groaned, "I'm so close."
At that, Malia quickened her movements, and that was all it took to send you over that steep peak. Your muscles clenched, your body trembling as white erupted behind your eyes, every nerve in you writhing and sparking.
Finally, you came down from your orgasm, finally relaxing. "I-I love you so much," you sighed, smiling sleepily when your girlfriend hovered over you.
"I love you more." She kissed you fiercely, trying to express her feelings within the kiss.
You held onto her tightly, a drowsy feeling overcoming you as she pulled away. "I guess the heat not working was a good thing," you muttered once you'd pulled your sweatpants back on.
Malia settled against your side, resting her head on your shoulder. She sighed in content. "I guess so. But that still doesn't change the fact that I'm gonna freeze to death," came her complaint. She snuggled into you more closely.
You rolled your eyes playfully, wrapping an arm around her. "Like I said before, you're a baby."
At that, you settled against each other, eventually drifting off to sleep in a tangle of limbs and blankets.