That night Stiles crashed at her friend’s place, still buzzing from seeing Derek. She barely slept — her fingers kept finding their way back between her thighs as she replayed the way his hard cock had pressed against her through his pants.

The next morning she drove back to her apartment. The kitchen was a mess — black smoke stains on the walls, the stove ruined — but the bedroom and living room were perfectly fine. Stiles stood there in the doorway, pushing her full pink lips into a big pout.

“My cute kitchen… ruined,” she whined to herself, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. She stripped off her clothes and took a long, hot shower, soaping up her big tits and sliding her fingers through her fat pink pussy again, moaning Derek’s name.

After drying off she picked the tiniest outfit possible: a white micro-crop top that barely covered her nipples and showed the underside of her heavy tits, and an extremely short plaid skirt that didn’t even reach the bottom of her fat ass cheeks. No panties. She smirked at herself in the mirror, turning to admire how her ass jiggled and her pink pussy lips peeked out if she bent even a little.

“Time to get my man,” she whispered, grabbing her keys.

She drove straight to the fire station, parking right out front. When she stepped out of the car, every firefighter outside stopped what they were doing. Heads turned. Mouths dropped. Stiles smiled brightly, acting all cute and innocent while her massive tits bounced with every step and her skirt rode up dangerously high.

“Hi boys~” she sang sweetly, waving. “I’m looking for Derek ?”

One of the younger guys grinned wide. “Holy shit… yeah, let me call him for you, sweetheart.”

A few minutes later Derek walked out, wiping his hands on a towel. He froze when he saw her. That tiny top straining against her big tits, the short skirt showing off her thick thighs and the curve of her bare ass. She looked like pure trouble.

“Stiles…” he growled, voice low. His teammates immediately started whistling and teasing.

“Damn, Captain! You know her?”

“She’s here for you, Derek? Lucky bastard!”

“Introduce us, man!”

Derek’s jaw clenched, pissed but unable to look away from her body. Stiles skipped over to him, tits bouncing, and pressed herself close.

“Hi Derek~” she purred, looking up at him with big doe eyes. “I missed you again already. My kitchen is all ruined… can I please crash at your place till it’s fixed? I’ll be super good, I promise. I can cook for you… clean… or whatever you want me to do on my knees…”

She bit her lip, voice dropping sluttily. “I’m really good at taking care of big, strong firefighters…”

The guys behind them erupted in laughter and catcalls. “Captain’s getting spoiled!”

Derek’s face darkened. “No. Go stay with your mom or a friend, Stiles. This isn’t happening.”

Stiles’s pout was instant and dramatic. Her eyes watered as she pressed her big soft tits against his arm. “But Derek… I feel so safe with you. Please? I’ll come here every single day until you say yes. I don’t mind. I like seeing you…”

She turned and walked away slowly, hips swaying, fat ass jiggling with every step. Then — “oops!” — her purse “accidentally” slipped from her hand. Stiles bent over slowly to pick it up, legs straight, ass pointed right at Derek and the others. Her tiny skirt flipped up completely, flashing her bare pink fat pussy and juicy ass to everyone. Her pussy lips were already a little shiny.

Derek’s breath hitched hard. His cock stirred instantly in his pants, thickening at the sight of her dripping cunt on full display.

“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath.

Stiles straightened up with a smirk, glancing back over her shoulder. “See you tomorrow, Derek~”

The next few days became pure torture for Derek.

Every single day Stiles showed up at the station in the sluttiest outfits imaginable. One day it was a sheer black top with no bra, her dark nipples clearly visible and her big tits bouncing freely. Another day she wore tiny denim shorts that disappeared between her ass cheeks and a crop top saying “Firefighter’s Favorite”. She always brought homemade cookies and cakes for the whole team, smiling sweetly while flirting shamelessly with Derek.

“Derek, taste this~” she cooed, feeding him a cookie with her fingers, pressing her body against him. “I made it extra sweet… just like my pussy.”

The other firefighters lost their minds teasing him.

“Captain, your little girlfriend is spoiling us!”

“Damn, she’s got it bad for you.”

“When are you gonna wife her up, Derek?”

Derek was irritated as hell, constantly hard and trying to stay professional. “Stiles, stop this. Go home,” he’d growl every time.

But she just pouted, batted her lashes, and whispered filthy things when no one was close. “I touch my fat pussy every night thinking about your big cock, Derek… the one that used to destroy my mom. I want it to destroy me now.”

After exactly one week of this nonstop pressure, Derek finally cracked in his office while she was visiting again.

“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “You can stay at my place. But only until your apartment is renovated. The second it’s done, you move out. Understood?”

Stiles squealed in happiness and jumped up and down excitedly. Her tiny skirt flew up with every bounce, flashing her bare pink fat pussy and jiggling ass to the entire open station. Several firefighters nearly dropped what they were holding.

Derek’s eyes widened. “Stiles! Stop acting like a fucking slut!” he hissed, grabbing her arm.

She pouted but immediately hugged him hard, grinding her big tits and hips against him shamelessly. “Thank you, thank you, Derek~” she moaned softly in his ear. Then, whispering hotly, “Can’t wait to sleep with you, Daddy… I’m gonna be such a good little cumslut for you every night.”

Derek stiffened, cock rock hard against her belly. “Go pack your things,” he growled, voice strained.

Stiles left the station practically skipping, fat ass swaying. She went straight home, packed all her sluttiest outfits — micro skirts, sheer tops, tiny lingerie sets, crotchless panties, and toys — into her bags. By evening everything was ready.

She stood in front of the mirror, smirking at her reflection, big tits barely contained, pink pussy already wet.

“I’m finally going to live with the man of my dreams… and I’m not leaving until he breeds me like the slut I am.”