The shower water still ran hot as Derek carefully turned Stiles around, his strong arms supporting her trembling body. He grabbed the loofah, lathering it with more gel, and began washing her—gentle strokes over her shoulders, down her back, between her thighs where his cum still leaked from her freshly fucked ass. He was meticulous, almost reverent, rinsing the suds away with warm water, kissing the nape of her neck as he worked.

“You okay, baby?” he murmured, voice soft against her ear.