That night, Stiles rushed home before Jackson could get back from his late meeting—heart pounding, body still buzzing from the family gangbang. Her holes ached: pussy swollen and leaking Scott’s and Peter’s cum, ass tender from the double stuffing. She felt so filthy, like a total whore who’d just been passed around like a toy. But god, it made her horny—thighs slick as she stripped in the bathroom, turning on the shower hot. She fingered her pussy clean, scooping out the thick loads, moaning softly as her clit throbbed. “Fuck… I’m such a slut now… completely Derek’s fuck toy…” She washed her ass too, fingers probing the stretched hole, biting her lip at the memory of Peter’s cock pounding it while Scott filled her cunt. Clean but still horny, she slipped into bed just as Jackson walked in, kissing him sweetly like nothing happened. “Missed you, baby.” Inside, she craved more—addicted to the degradation.

Next day, classes dragged—Stiles strict as ever, but her mind wandered to Derek’s smirk. After the last bell, her phone buzzed: “Stay back. Rooftop after everyone leaves. Don’t make me wait, slut.”