Bubbles, Baths, and Forbidden Relief 🍒🍼🫦

Mon, 08 Jun 2026 14:09:39 +0000

A few days had passed since that accidental glimpse in the nursery, and the tension between Stiles and Derek had only thickened, like a storm cloud ready to burst. They moved around each other with careful politeness during the day—sharing laughs over the babies’ antics, brushing hands while passing bottles or toys—but at night, when Matt was out (which was most nights, buried in work or whatever else), the air in the penthouse crackled with unspoken desire. Derek couldn’t erase the image of her fat tits from his mind, and Stiles found herself stealing glances at his muscled arms, wondering what it would feel like to be held by someone who actually cared.