The private gym room smelled like sweat and sex. The mats were wet with their juices, Stilesβs thighs were sticky, and Derekβs cock still glistened with the mess of their affair. Both of them were panting, flushed, hair wild.
Stiles giggled breathlessly, pressing a shaky hand to her chest. βGod, Derekβ¦ look at us. We lookβ¦ so fucked.β













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