In the warm glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains, Derek and Stiles lay tangled in the sheets, bodies pressed close in a naked cuddle. The air was thick with the scent of their sex—sweat, cum, and that sweet musk of hers that drove him wild. Neither spoke at first, just breathing together, hearts slowing from the frenzy. Derek’s strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest, while his free hand lazily caressed the curve of her juicy ass, fingers tracing soft patterns over the smooth skin.

He leaned in every few moments, pressing gentle kisses to her pink lips, her forehead, her neck—tender, almost reverent. Stiles sighed contentedly, her head on his shoulder, one leg draped over his thigh. But as his hand wandered lower, dipping between her fat ass cheeks, his fingers brushed teasingly near her tight, pink asshole. Stiles stiffened instantly, a soft gasp escaping her.