Stiles stirred first, her body heavy and boneless from all the orgasms. She was still draped over Derek’s chest, his cock softening but still nestled deep inside her, their mixed cum slowly leaking out around him. She let out a soft, shaky breath, pressing a lazy kiss to his collarbone before starting to move.

“Mm… I need to shower,” she murmured, voice husky and wrecked. “If I go back to him smelling like sex and cum… he’ll know. Gotta wash up.”