How About A Shower First

Derek slowly walked up the stairs. Everything in his head was telling him to run away, but everything else in his body was telling him to continue. The tempting smell wafting from the closest bedroom slowly drawing him in. Derek finally made it to the top of the stairs, standing in the door way of the room. The sight in front of him made his heart speed up in his chest. The beautiful body laid out in front of him did things to Derek that nothing else had ever done before. Stiles was on her hands and knees on her bed, her hand moving between her legs. Her fingers moved at a ruthless pace on her clit, Stiles' breath coming out in short puffs. Her hips moved with her hand, basically bouncing on her fingers. A moan left Stiles' lips, followed by a small whimper. Those noises made the decision for Derek. He quietly stripped out of his clothes, all of them landing in a puddle at his feet. He got on his knees behind Stiles, putting his hands in her hips. She stalled in her actions, a gasp leaving her mouth. Stiles went to turn her head, but Derek stopped her, bending over her. "Keep going." A chill ran over Stiles' body as Derek's breath hit her back, a moan falling from her lips at the sound of Derek's voice. "Derek." "Keep going." Stiles moaned again, her hips slowly continuing to move. Derek groaned as Stiles' ass rubbed against his hard member. Stiles' breath was coming out in quick, frantic puffs. She was already completely wrecked, dragging Derek right down with her. "God Stiles, you're so perfect. Fucking yourself so nice on your fingers." Stiles whimpered, her hips moving faster over her own fingers. "Do you do this often? Huh? Do you shove those pretty, little fingers in that tight, pretty hole of yours? Do you slowly work yourself? Knowing all of your sweet places, all the things that make you feel the best. What do you think of when you do this, Stiles? What were you thinking of before I walked in?" Stiles moaned, slipping a finger into her self. "Fuck, Derek." "It wasn't a rhetorical question." Stiles' body stuttered, but Derek kept her moving. His hands had a tight grip on Stiles' hips, his own hips moving Stiles' forward. His aching erection was still being held between their bodies, but he wasn't granting himself anything more than the friction. Not yet. "Answer me, Stiles." "Fuck. I think about you, I always think about you. About your strong hands, and your body against mine. I think about beard burn on my thighs, and that beautiful tongue of yours. I think about your dick inside of me, and your mouth on my skin. I think of you with me." Derek moaned, pressing a kiss to the back of Stiles' neck. "Well I'm here now, baby. I've got my hands on you. You don't have to imagine anymore. I've got you, baby." Stiles cried out, her finger moving relentlessly on her clit. She could feel Derek's dick against her ass, he felt larger than she could've imagined. "Fuck, Derek. I want you inside me." Derek pressed another kiss to Stiles' shoulder. "Shhh, it's okay. I've got you. Not yet, I want you to cum on your fingers first. Cum for me, baby." Stiles whimpered, her arms giving out, her body going flat against the mattress. Derek plastered his body against Stiles', moving his body with hers. She fucked herself on her fingers in frantic movements, continues sounds falling from her lips. "Fuck, Stiles. You're so beautiful. C'mon, baby, cum for me." Stiles cried out once more, her whole body shaking, before her hips slowly came to a stop. She was breathing heavy, sweat covering her body. "Fuck, Derek." The older man didn't give her a chance to rest, just flipped her onto her back. His eyes slowly traveled up Stiles' body, taking in every beautiful inch. "You're so perfect." Stiles blushed under Derek's watch, squirming a little. Her face and chest were flushed, her chest rising and falling quickly. Derek moved down the bed, until he was on his knees on the ground. He pulled Stiles closer to him by her ankles, a surprised gasp leaving her. He never broke eye contact with her as he slowly moved his head into the space between her thighs. He gave a slow torturous stroke of his tongue over Stiles' wet pussy, a broken moan leaving Stiles. "Oh fuck." Derek didn't hold back after that, diving his tongue into her sweet little hole. Derek was surprised when Stiles came again minutes later, his tongue inside of her and her fingers tangled in his hair. He sucked her dry, before moving up her body to kiss her. She groaned into his mouth, her tongue fucking into his mouth. The sloppy sound of their mouths slotting together was heard throughout the room, Derek's achingly hard dick in between them. He slowly led himself into her hole, Stiles' hole body going rigid. He didn't move after he bottomed out, waiting to get the green light from Stiles. Finally she lightly smacked his chest, glaring at him. "If you don't move in the next second, I'm going to get my dildo to replace you and your empty promises." Derek chuckled, slightly pulling out. He started slow, fucking her in slow, soft motions. He drew little noises from her, cataloging them for later. He himself was breathing heavy, constant groans falling from his lips. He felt himself getting close to his climax, picking up the pace. He started fucking her in earnest, relentlessly pounding into her. Stiles' mouth fell opened, but no sound came out. All of the breath knocked out of her. She clawed at Derek's back, if he wasn't a werewolf he'd definitely have bruises and scratches in the morning. Derek leaned forward, a filthy kiss being shared between them. Derek moaned as Stiles clenched around him, cumming again. He pulled out right before he came, cumming on the sheets. He collapsed next to Stiles, pulling her close to him. She snuggled close, completely fucked out. He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her head. She smiled too, burying her face into his neck. They stayed tangled together, disgustingly sweaty and sticky, but happy. It wasn't long until they fell asleep wrapped around each other.

*****

Derek woke up to the smell of dread, making him worried. He slightly sat up, his arm tightening around Stiles' waists. "Hey, what's wrong baby?" Stiles looked at him, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. Derek sat up all the way, pulling her to his chest. "Hey, c'mon. What's wrong, Stiles? Talk to me, baby." Stiles fiddled with the blanket, looking down. "What was last night to you?" If Derek didn't have enhanced hearing, he wouldn't have caught that. "Why? Do you regret it? I-I'm sorry, Stiles. I di-" "No, I don't regret it, Derek. I just.. I really, really like you. And I.. I feel as though maybe last night meant more to me than it did for you. And maybe this is my self destructive side asking, but did last night mean anything to you? Or.. was it just a one time thing?" Derek moved so he was straddling Stiles' lap, holding her face in his hands. "Stiles, last night meant so much to me. I don't want it to be a one time thing, and not just because it's, you know, sex. I want to do a lot more with you than that. Like cuddle with you on the couch while we watch movies, and make you breakfast in the morning, and kiss you, and hold your hand, and take you on dates. Stiles, I really, really like you too. And last night.. I want that to just be the beginning." Stiles smiled, moving forward to kiss Derek. It was tender, but conveyed every emotion that they were both feeling. Derek pulled away, resting their foreheads together. "How about some breakfast, baby?" Stiles smirked, nodding. "Ya, that sounds good." Derek got up, holding his hand out for Stiles to take. She did, a small blush on her face. "Maybe a shower first, though?" Derek chuckled, nodding. "Ya, ok. I can cook while you shower." Stiles moved extremely close to Derek, running her hand up his chest. "Oooor, you can join me." Derek seemed surprised, but quickly shook it off. "Ya, that's uh, ya. I can do that." Stiles chuckled, dragging him into the bathroom.