Braeden was always the first one up on Sundays, while Derek would sleep in until noon.
This Sunday wasn't any different.
Derek's eyes opened more and more as time went by, when he noticed his bed was empty.In just his boxer briefs, he made his way to the kitchen.
"Mmmm, morning." He sleepily rubbed his eyes and kissed Braeden's lips.
"Morning." She smiled into the kiss, taking a minute to observe his 'fresh out of bed look'. His hair, instead of being up in the front, layed down on his forhead.
He loved watching Braeden cook breakfast, especially only wearing his shirt.
He snaked his arms around her waist, while she was in the middle of making eggs.
"Smells good." He said, putting his head in the crook of her neck.
"It'll be ready in five minutes." She told him.
"Wait for me?" She said.
He nodded and released her from his grip, walking to the couch.
"So what's our plans for the day?" He questioned.
"We're going down to the shooting range with the crew remember? They said they wanted to learn." She reminded him.
"Stiles and Scott with guns?" He asked.
"They'll be fine." She giggled.
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"Scott with Kira. Stiles with Malia. Lydia, you're with me." Braeden said, handing them all goggles.
"Now each of you will shoot three times, then switch." She added handing them all guns, one per group.
"Gun up." She said.
"Aim for your target .... and....shoot." She said, shooting her target between the eyes.
Derek stood off to the side, observing everyone shooting.
"You sure you dont wanna shoot?" Braeden asked, removing her headphones.
"No, I'm alright watching you." He winked.
"Derek Hale, are you flirting with me, while I'm teaching?" She asked.
"Maybe." He smirked.
"What? Something about me with guns turn you on?" She questioned.
"Maybe." He taunted.
"Alright guys. Switch." She said, never taking her eyes off Derek.
His manhood hardened underneath his jeans, as she bent over to get switch clips in her gun.
For about ten more minutes, Derek's never left Braeden. She continued to teach, yet she stole glances his way every few seconds to make sure he was still looking.
"Lydia, you're pretty good. You think you could take over?" She asked.
"Great." She added, not letting her answer.
Braeden gripped Derek up by the collar and lead him to the bathroom.
"I think we got about four minutes before they notice." She smiled, biting her lip and taking off Derek's shirt.
He smirked into the kiss and removed her jacket, followed by her tank top and jeans.
"You know I like when you're dominant." He said breathing heavy.
"Maybe that's why Im so controlling." She smiled, unzipping his jeans and not bothering to take them all the way off.
"As much as I want it, we dont have time for foreplay." He said.
She whined, but let him continue. He took off her bra and pushed her against the wall so that she was facing it.
Derek proceeded to move her panties to the side. He held her breasts and kneeded them with one hand and used the other to guide himself into her entrance.
"Fuuuuuck." She moaned, slamming her hands to the wall and spreading her legs more.
Before he knew it, he was balls deep inside of her and kissing her neck.
He thrusted in and out of her continuously, making her breasts jerk. His hands were on her hips as she arched her back so that he could get in deeper.
He growled, his eyes flashing yellow as she came, her walls clenching around him.
"Oh my God Im gonn-" He said, making his last few thrusts count.
"Cum for me Derek." She demanded.
"SHIT." He yelled, taking himself out of her and relasing on her ass.
"Look at that." She looked at her watch.
"Thirty seconds to spare." She grinned.
"I love you." He said, catching his breath.
"I love you back." She smiled, kissing his lips.
"Now get dressed." She hurried him, also getting ready to head back out aswell.
They had five seconds before the four minutes were up and they were already heading back outside to the shooting range.
"You guys could'nt have been any louder." Malia said.
"Seriously." Kira added.
"Oh my God" Derek said, blushing.
"Just keep shooting." Braeden told them.
