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Title: Sexual Adventures in Beacon Hills Part 33
Show: Teen Wolf
Author: The Chemist
Pairing: Lydia/Liam, Malia/Stiles
Codes: MF, Oral
Disclaimer: I make no money from this. I don't own or have anything to do with Teen Wolf, especially the characters Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Stiles, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Liam, Derek & Peter Hale
Summary: Season 4 Episode 4. The Pack need to restrain the newest beta werewolf in Beacon Hills, Liam, for the full moon. They decide to lure the freshman to Lydia’s beach house with a party, though Lydia has to encourage him to come. Also, Stiles helps Malia conquer the full moon’s effects on her and is rewarded accordingly.
Liam Dunbar was a werewolf, whether he or Scott or anyone else wanted to admit it. It was Scott’s only option after Liam was viciously attacked by the Wendigo, as it was either bite the freshman with anger issues, or let him die. Though he may act like an ass at times, Scott couldn’t let him die, thus the Alpha performed the bite for the first time and made a werewolf out of him. However, the full moon was happening tonight and there was no chance Liam was ready for it. He’d transform into wolf form and attack any and all he encountered.
“Liam, hey!” Scott shouted, seeing the freshman in school the next day. “We need to talk.”
“No, you need to back the hell up, okay? Both of you,” Liam warned both Alpha and Stiles.
“Can you just listen for one second, please?” Scott asked nicely. “The bite...the bite is a gift.”
“Scott, stop. Please stop,” Stiles cut in, knowing his best friend wasn’t so good with words. “We're trying to help you, you little runt.”
“Liam, I've gone through this before,” Scott stepped in before the younger boy could get defensive. “Something's happening to you. Something big.”
Though Liam knew the words were the truth, he was still in denial mode. “Nothing's happening to me.” At this point, he grabbed the bandage that had the bloody imprint of a bite mark, tearing it away to show smooth, unbroken skin beneath. “Nothing.” Liam shouted before walking away from the pair.
* * *
“I'm not sharing my basement,” Malia Tate stated in no uncertain terms.
“Actually, it's my basement,” Lydia cut in, earning a sneer from the leggy werecoyote. “And my mom noticed how you tore it up last time.”
“All right, she's still learning,” Stiles jumped to his kinda-girlfriend’s defense.
“But, we're going to use the boathouse for Liam. It's got support beams. We can chain him to one of them,” Scott stated, having thought that part through.
“But how do we get him out to the lake house if he doesn't trust us?” Kira asked the group.
“I say if it keeps him from murdering someone, we just chloroform the little bastard and throw him in the lake,” Stiles suggested.
“I'm in,” Malia raised her hand in agreement, earning her a wide smile from Stiles.
“We're not killing or kidnapping him,” Scott stopped that idea.
“Then let's be smarter,” the pack’s resident smartypants replied. Having the pack’s attention, Lydia continued. “We tell him there's a party and invite him.”
“So, you're going to ask out a freshman?” Stiles asked, barely containing his amusement.
“No, I'm done with teenage boys,” Lydia snapped back. “But, if we're playing a trick on someone, we'll have to use the trickster.”
All eyes of the pack came to settle on one person - Kira Nakamura. “Who? Me? No way.”
“Yes, you,” Lydia replied. “You know what they call a female fox? A vixen. So be a vixen Kira.”
* * *
Liam had just sat through another boring class when he and his best friend Mason left after the bell rang. He made it oly a dozen steps out the door before his attention was grabbed by a stunning girl walking down the stairs. With a naughty smile on her face and a dangerous glint in her eyes, the young Japanese girl was a beauty. Her fit body was on display in tight clothing, with a slim-fit skirt with fishnet stockings really catching his eye. However, it wasn’t until she rolled her ankle and fell down the last few steps that Liam’s spell was broken and he rushed to check on her.
“Are you okay?” Liam asked, reaching her first.
“Yeah. Fine,” Kira said, rather embarrassed and forgetting everything but the throb in her ankle.
“Oh my God, this is painful,” Lydia commented out loud. “I’m going in.”
The redhead stormed away from where she and the rest of the pack were watching whatever Kira was doing with Liam. Technically it was flirting, just really bad.
“Lydia!?” Kira said as the redhead came to stand before her and Liam.
Lydia gave her friend a small smile that never touched her eyes. “Listen. Come to my party tonight. 8pm.”
“Really? The infamous Lydia Martin is personally inviting a freshman,” Liam couldn’t help but ask aloud.
“You know my reputation, clearly. Trust me, I’ve earned all of it. And therefore you’ve probably heard I’ve slept with every captain the lacrosse team has had since I started attending Beacon Hills,” Lydia explained before narrowing her glance at the overwhelmed boy. “And, from what I hear, you’re in line to be the next captain of the team. Therefore, you’re coming to my party.”
“I’m not sure I can…” Liam started to decline the invitation.
“Fine. Hard to get, I can respect that,” Lydia cut him off. “Come to my party tonight in return for a blowjob right now.”
“What?” Both Kira and Liam gawked at the same time.
“Look at these lips,” the redhead continued, pointing to her insanely plump lips. “These are literally the definition of ‘dick-sucking lips’. Right?”
“Definitely,” the freshman boy replied.
“So do we have a deal then?”
“Um…well…yeah…” Liam stammered, unable to believe his good fortune.
“Good. Come with me. Now,” Lydia demanded as she reached out, grabbed his hand and started walking.
Lydia knew the school like the back of her hand, but more specifically, she knew all the best hook-up locations on campus. Thus, she guided the freshman out of the school near the staff parking lot, but rather than go to her car, Lydia took his hand and led him down an alleyway that ran down the side of the building.
“Isn’t this a little…you know…public?” Liam asked, slightly nervous but still mostly very excited for what was about to happen.
"Silly boy. That’s why I picked here. It’s surprisingly private, as no one has a reason to come to the old science wing or staff parking lot. But also for the thrill, being able to be caught at any second is exciting, isn't it," Lydia explained.
"Yeah, it is," Liam agreed.
"Now, I want your word that you’re coming to my party tonight," her hot breath was able to be felt on his face now.
Liam didn't trust himself to respond for fear of how cracked his voice would have sounded. Instead he simply nodded his head after a few moments of silence, an action that brought a big smile to Lydia's pretty face. This time when Lydia edged closer she pressed her plump, glossy lips against his. He was ready for her and returned the kiss, tentative at first but as Lydia got a little more forceful he responded in kind. It broke him out of his shell to a degree, and now passion was overtaking his nerves.
“I knew you would see sense,” Lydia commented.
Even as she was speaking, the redhead was busily working on undoing his belt buckle. It was one of the oversized ones that men loved these days, some type of car emblem, not that she cared at all. Once undone, she did likewise with his pants before lowering them down around his knees.
He was about to speak again so Lydia kissed him on the lips once more, this time cramming her skilled tongue into his mouth. After a minute they were lustfully making out in the quiet alley, until Lydia broke the kiss by dropping to her knees. Once settled onto the concrete ground, Lydia tugged down his boxers slowly and seductively, pondering what his cock would look like. She was pleasantly surprised to find that he measured a serviceable 7 inches with medium thickness. He was still only a freshman in high school so his dick still had time to improve and she no doubt believed that it would.
"May have to look him up in a year or two," Lydia thought to herself.
She was pleased that he was already erect, but that didn't stop her from reaching her hand out and clutching him around the middle of his shaft. She lightly stroked his entire length, noting how smooth he felt as though he bathed it in lotion. Even with such minimal contact, the boy was already grunting and balling his fists.
"Well, he won't last long," she assessed.
Even with only a few strokes the sexy Banshee already observed a healthy amount of pre-cum oozing out of his slit and running down onto her hand. Lowering her head, Lydia stuck out her tongue and licked up the viscous fluid. She was happy to find that his pre-cum wasn't repugnant like some she had tasted in the past, in fact it was rather fruity. Lapping up the rest of the liquid from the source, she continued to use her skilled tongue on the rest of freshman's member until his entire shaft was glistening in the sunlight
"Oh my God Lydia," he groaned in approval.
Opening her mouth, the pretty redhead took nearly his entire shaft inside her moist opening before closing her plump lips around him. Making sure her tongue was the bedrock his cock was resting on, Lydia slowly bobbed her head backwards until only his tip remained in her mouth.
"Dear Lord," Liam shuddered.
Lydia smiled still with this bulbous purple head in her mouth before pushing her head forward a little faster this time. She bobbed on his tool for a few passes until she really started to feel the poor boy really shaking on unstable legs. Though she was the further thing from a novice when it came to sex, even a girl giving her first blowjob could tell when a boy was getting close to his edge, and that was definitely Liam right now. Lydia knew she could finish him once and for all, but the busty Banshee decided to back off and let him experience whole new realms of pleasure, and she’d be his guide.
"Damn that feels good," he groaned as the redhead lapped gently at each of his testicles.
“Of course it does,” Lydia remarked.
Lydia made sure to give him a great experience, therefore she parted her lips and took his sack into her mouth. Lydia was sure to give each of his rounded nuts a good amount of her attention before pulling them out. Angling his long shaft towards her, the sexy Banshee extended her tongue and licked the underside of his member before swirling around the very tip. The freshman tossed his head back, an obvious sign that he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
“Best day of my life,” Liam grunted, eyes screwed shut as he absorbed vast quantities of pleasure.
As Lydia continued to move her mouth up and down his pole, she reached up and took his hands in hers. Opening his fists, the Banshee placed both his sweaty palms onto the top of her head, instantly his fingers digging into her red head like talons as pleasure ripped through his body. Then there was where to look as he didn’t know if it was impolite to watch as a woman had your dick in their mouth. Unable to resist though, Liam looked down and was happy to find her bright green eyes staring back up at him. Despite his cock in her mouth, Lydia still wore a smile on her lips as she happily sucked, her face showing nothing but pure glee in servicing his dick.
Though only 17 years old, Lydia was a talent. She was using her mouth and hand in perfect consort to stimulate every inch of the freshman’s cock. Lydia’s wet sucking noises echoed around the concrete walls of the alleyway as she sucked fast. Needing to catch her breath, Lydia pulled her mouth back but her hand was still jerking Liam’s rod, slick with saliva. The teen boy shivered from the expert handjob and as he glanced down at the redhead, Lydia added a bit of a show, slowly licking her lips before moving down a bit to suck his balls again. This time it wasn’t for as long as initially, only giving the freshman a short treatment, just a taste before she went back to his cock.
“Such a nice dick, Liam,” Lydia cooed as she licked his cock on one side from root to tip. “I can’t wait to make you cum.”
With those slutty words out of her mouth, Lydia took him back inside her. This time, Lydia was done playing with her food and wanted to deliver on her promise. She wanted to give him a great show, so only used her mouth to milk him. Over and over her mouth jetted up and down his pole as the new lacrosse star rocked his hips slowly forward and back in time with her head bobs. One hand remained nestled in Lydia’s red locks while the other was planted against the cement wall for support. Truly a talented cocksucker, Lydia bobbed along the majority of his length mostly, though every half dozen times she would only descend to suck his bulbous tip before resuming the deep suck.
“Ughh...Lydia...I…” Liam started to croak.
“Where do you want to cum, baby,” Lydia asked, looking up at him with her beautiful green eyes. “Face or in my mouth?”
“I, well, would love…” the freshman started to say through clenched teeth.
“Face?” Lydia had been with enough boys, and it seemed like the younger they were, the more they wanted to emulate porn and blow on a girl’s face.
“Yes please,” Liam quickly replied.
“Then cum for me, Liam. All over my face. Cover me in your…”
“Uggghhhh! Cumming!” Liam interrupted.
Knowing she was about to be covered in his hot jizz, Lydia closed her eyes and waited. She wasn’t waiting long as the moment her green eyes shut, she felt the first streak of cum splash on her nose, over one eye and onto her forehead. The second, thicker shot was almost identical but straighter, coating her face from lips, up her nose and up her forehead to her red hairline. The next few shots were wild, one landing over the left eye, eyebrow and hair while the other coated her right eye and ear. Right as Lydia thought she was safe to open her eyes, Liam lashed out with a final streak that smacked her square in the forehead. Opening her eyes, Lydia felt the salty jizz running down her face and onto her pink sweater, but all she cared about was steering Liam’s cock back into her mouth to drink the last few droplets from the source.
“Uhhh...aaaahhhh,” the boy shuddered from the redhead sucking his hyper-sensitive tip.
Getting off her knees and back to her feet, Lydia left the cum glistening her face as she addressed the boy. “Kira will pick you up at 7:45. See you tonight, stud.”
“God. You look like such a whore right now,” Malia stated as she appeared in the alleyway after Liam left.
“Hey. Not nice,” Stiles reprimanded his somewhat feral girlfriend before turning to Lydia. “Tissue?”
“Thanks,” Lydia accepted before taking it to clean off her face.
“What?” Malia asked Stiles. “She was kneeling with cum splattered all over her face. She did look like a whore.”
“I know she did, sweetie. But it’s impolite to say it,” Stiles taught her, seeing the lesson slowly sink into the leggy werecoyote.
“Whatever. He’s coming tonight so I did my job,” a freshly cleaned Lydia relayed the information.
“Never doubted you for a second,” Stiles said, adding a wink for good measure.
* * *
The plan went off without a hitch…for the most part. Well, sort of. Now that Kira didn’t have to act like a vixen, she was more comfortable picking up Liam to take to the ‘party’ at Lydia’s. Liam started to get a little suspicious after no other vehicles were in the driveway, and that suspicion turned out to be warranted when he entered the house and found Scott’s pack standing inside in front of a bunch of manacles on the table.
“What the hell is this?” Liam asked, frustrated.
“Think of it like an intervention. You have a problem, Liam,” Stiles answered.
“And we're the only ones that can help,” Scott stepped in before explaining things.
“So let me guess this right,” Liam said, pointing first to Scott. “Werewolf?” Then to Malia. “Werecoyote.” Next to the redhead who blew him at school earlier in the day. “Banshee.” Turning to face Kira, who blocked the exit. “Fox?”
“Kitsune,” Kira clarified. “But fox works.”
“Are those for me?” Liam asked, nodding towards the chains on the coffee table.
“No, they're for me,” Malia replied, flashing her bright blue glowing eyes to the freshman.
“How did you do that?” Liam asked, his calm exterior falling away to fright again.
“You'll learn,” Scott said in a calming tone. “But first, you need to get through the full moon. And you're starting to feel something, aren't you?”
“I feel like I'm surrounded by a bunch of psychotic nutjobs,” Liam snapped. “You guys are out of your freaking minds. I don't know how you did that eye thing and I don't care. I'm walking out the door right now! If any of you try to stop me, I swear to God, I'm gonna…AAHHHHHH!”
“What's wrong? Liam?” Scott asked, noting the way the younger boy was spasming and covering his ears.
“You don't hear that?” Liam shouted.
Scott focused and used his heightened hearing and knew what Liam was experiencing. Moments later, headlights, lots of headlights flashed into the house as car after car pulled into Lydia’s driveway.
“Did you tell someone about this?” Lydia asked, knowing the answer.
“My friend Mason,” Liam answered before shrugging. “You said it was a party.”
Liam gave another scream of pain, which triggered his claws to extend and start to scrap along the hardwood flooring. “The floors! Get him off the floors!” Lydia demanded of her supernatural friends.
“We need to get him to the boathouse. Now!” Scott said as he and Kira put one of his arms over their shoulders and led him in that direction.
“Uh!” Malia groaned, doubling over. “Stiles…”
“Yeah?” Stiles asked, for which his answer was seeing his girlfriend’s super sharp fangs and glowing blue eyes. “Hey... Okay, basement. Now.”
“What am I supposed to do with the hordes gathering outside the door?” Lydia asked as her friends all disappeared.
“Lydia, who throws the best parties in Beacon Hills?” Stiles asked rhetorically.
“What? Me, obviously.” Lydia replied, appalled that he had to ask.
“Okay, then throw a party,” Stiles replied before half-carrying, half-dragging Malia down to the basement.
* * *
“Too tight?” Stiles asked his girlfriend as he cinched the manacles around her wrist.
“Tighter,” Malia warned, not wanting to break free when the full effects of the full moon kicked in.
Stiles unbuckled the one he had just finished and cinched it tighter, as per Malia’s instructions. Pleased that she was secured, the boy backed up and looked for something that could work as a chair. Finding a sturdy end table, he tested it with his weight before sitting down fully on it.
“You can leave if you want,” Malia said, her fangs altering her speech slightly.
“I'm not going anywhere,” Sitles replied. “And to be honest, I'm probably safer down here than in a party with fifty freshmen and a very pissed off Lydia.”
Within minutes, Stiles was having to rethink his earlier statement. The full moon was making it harder and harder on Malia, with the werecoyote having a difficult time controlling herself. She was constantly straining on the chains, trying to break free as her claws took swipes towards Stiles, who sat just out of reach.
“Stiles, please go,” she warned again when she had another moment of clarity.
“It's okay. Just breathe, okay. I'm not going to leave you,” Stiles reiterated.
“What if I hurt you?” Malia asked.
“You're not going to,” he answered.
“But I want to. Uh! I look at your face and I want to slash at it. I want to tear at it. I want to feel your bones crack between my hands,” Malia ranted, her fangs on full display.
“Surprisingly enough, you're not the first person to ever say something like that,” Stiles quipped before growing more serious. “I'm not leaving you. And I'm not going to let you hurt anyone.”
Malia flailed about for another few minutes and then something frightening happened. After a particularly violent strain, Stiles and Malia heard the very obvious sound of the leather wrist restraint tear. It wasn’t fully, but enough that it would eventually rupture and then a very uncontrollable Malia would be set free in a house full of vulnerable humans. Sure enough, in less than a minute she’d torn through the restraint then started to work on yanking the chain from the wall to fully free herself.
“Okay, Malia, I know you can hear me. Just listen to my voice,” Stiles tried to get through to her rational mind.
After a stomach-churning growl, Malia replied. “Listen to mine. Run!”
Instead of running, Stiles slowly stepped towards her. “I'm not going to run because I don't think
you're going to hurt me. And I think maybe you're so afraid of hurting me because of what you did to your family.”
This got Malia’s attention. First by noting that her pulling had slowed and became less urgent, and finally by having her stop yanking altogether. When she looked over her shoulder, her face was still transformed with glowing eyes and fangs, but she looked remorseful.
“I know what that's like,” Stiles continued, channeling his memories of when the evil Nogitsune spirit inhabited his body. “I remember everything I did. And the worst part is I remember liking it. Because I felt powerful. I felt fearless. And most of all, in control. But when I came through it, I learned something else…” Stiles trailed off, waiting until she looked him in the eyes before continuing. “Control is overrated.”
The two stared at each other for long seconds, the only sound Malia’s ragged breathing a light growls. Finally, taking a huge leap of faith that could end in his, and a lot of other people’s gruesome deaths, Stiles used the key to unlock Malia’s manacles, releasing her fully. He instantly thought he made a massive mistake when she lunged at him, but rather than claws tearing into him, feminine hands gripped his shoulders before a human-looking Malia stared at him in wonder.
“You did it,” Stiles congratulated his girlfriend as they hugged…then kissed passionately.
“I’m never wearing chains or restraints again,” a jubilant Malia bounced up and down. “Now sex to celebrate.”
“Too bad. Was looking forward to using them on you,” Stiles muttered, chagrining his luck.
“What?” Malia asked, not hearing him correctly.
“Oh, nothing. Let’s have sex now!” Stiles covered up his comment.
Malia was used to the goofy boy saying things she didn’t understand so she stopped caring about that a long time ago. Instead, she was only interested in sex. In a fury, the werecoyote had landed multiple passionate kisses to his neck, jawline and cheek before ultimately reaching his mouth. With a hand on either side of his face, Malia crushed her lips to his, kissing him deeply.
Stiles had to fight off his gorgeous girlfriend long enough for him to unroll a rug he spied earlier. Although they fucked outdoors and on different surfaces, he figured it would do them both some good to have at least some added padding overtop the hard cement of the basement. By the time Stiles had straightened back from rolling it out, he was staring at the werecoyote kneeling in the middle of the bear-skinned rug. “Cock please.”
“What,” the stunned man asked, before coming to his senses. “I mean, coming right up.”
“I behaved and didn’t tear you limb from limb, so I want my reward now,” Malia explained. “Which is your dick in my mouth...then fucking me raw.”
“Oh hell yes,” Stiles said, stepping the rest of the way so he was in front of the kneeling werecoyote, his hands working swiftly to undo his pants.
Stiles' hands quickly made short work of his jeans, having the belt unlatched, pants undone and denim around his ankles. Looking down, he really took note of how effortlessly gorgeous Malia was looking today. Despite the fact she was covered in a sheen of sweat and her hair was messed up, the sexy werecoyote was a vision.
In the blink of an eye, Malia was reaching into his pants to help free his cock. He was only semi-erect but the leggy teen was determined to fix that by rubbing his tip along her tongue for a few quick passes before swallowing half his member in one shot. It felt weird having a soft dick in her mouth, but after a handful of bobs with a generous amount of suction, Stiles' more-than-generous 10-inch cock with thickness nearly the size of her wrist was good and hard.
“God, I love your cock,” Malia cooed, using her extended tongue to run up and down the side of his veiny pole.
Stiles could only stand tall and look down, watching and enjoying as the gorgeous girl put on a blowjob clinic. Done with licking down his pole, the added lubrication along his pole making it easier for her hand to glide along, Malia started to get to work. With her dainty fist lightly squeezing his dick, it made its way down the bottom half of his length so that Malia could use her mouth and take the other half of his good-sized length between her lips.
“Holy fuck,” he exclaimed as her moist heat worked its way over his shaft.
Malia simply smiled with pride after his compliment of her oral skills but didn’t grow complacent. She was just one of those girls who got off on dishing out pleasure to men, or women, though her preference was still a sturdy dick in her hand. Over and over she glided down his pole, the combination of her mouth and hand working in perfect unison.
Malia was aware that with how wet she made his cock, making her hand whip up and down all the more easy, that it was an aggressive technique. Not wanting to go too quickly and ruin all the fun, Malia dropped her hand away and only used her lips to move up and down his pole. Though it took away some of his pleasure, having the gorgeous werecoyote sucking his cock with mouth only was still very special.
“Take that shirt off,” Stiles hissed, having felt he waited long enough to get his first sight of them.
Though she was reluctant to take her mouth off his dick, Malia kept sucking as she shrugged off her rap before having to comply with the eager man’s request. Reaching down and hooking fingers onto the bottom of her tank top, the kneeling werecoyote pulled the top up and over her head before discarding it somewhere behind her. Before she could reach around and undo her bra, Stiles was bending over top of her, taking care of it himself.
“God damn,” Stiles grunted as the tits came into sight.
Despite the fact that she was built like a runaway model, with impossible long legs and a slender physique, Malia touted some impressive breasts. Not in the league of a Lydia Martin, they were still a generous handful, which was more than enough for Stiles. The fact that they had bright-pink nipples that stood proudly erect didn’t hurt her case either.
Having stopped her briefly from sucking him off in order to observe the fine specimens, Stiles leaned over her, taking both her perky tits into each hand and giving them a hearty but not painful squeeze. Of course, Malia wasn’t surprised by his focus being solely on her tits now, so it was up to her to steer his focus back on track.
“You’ll get more time with them, I promise. For now, let me suck you off, okay,” she said with her typical upbeat tone she reserved only for Stiles.
Getting back to the task at hand, Malia took her hands and placed them on his hips so her fingers were pressed against his firm ass. Her small but toned biceps bulged as she pulled her face forward, inch after inch of smooth cock passing past her lips and into her mouth. Finally, when his tip poked the back of her mouth, Malia made him very happy by pushing herself even harder until his cock slid into her throat.
“God fucking damn,” Stiles swore.
Unable to help himself, Stiles looked down and was greeted to an awesome vision. For the rest of his life, Stiles would forever savor the view of the gorgeous Malia Tate staring her brilliantly blue eyes up into his, the whites starting to go a little red. Her adorable nose was buried in this trimmed mane of pubic hair, meanwhile he could just make out her throat bulging from the 10 inches of dick she had contained in it.
It took Stiles awhile to snap out of his dream-like trance that the leggy werecoyote had put him into. In fact, Malia had to relax her grip on his hips and pull her mouth from his cock in order to take in several lungfuls of air before he snapped out of it and back to the moment. Looking down, her eyes were definitely more glassy and red than before she showed her impressive deep-throating tactic. The other thing that stood out were the thick strands of spit still connecting her lips to his cock, despite the foot of space between the two of them.
“I want you to…you know…control the suckjob more forcibly,” Malia stated.
“Blowjob, and you mean face fucking you?” Stiles asked for clarity.
“Blowjob? Suckjob is a much better name for this. But yeah, what you said,” the werecoyote retorted.
“Gonna fuck your face,” he reiterated.
“Please do,” Malia replied with a wicked smile.
Grabbing the sides of her head, Stiles began pulling her towards him slowly until he felt her nose touch the lower portion of his abdomen through the patch of pubic hair. The feel of her lips gliding around the very base of his dick was beyond words, not to mention how his shaft felt to be hugged all around by the smooth muscles of her throat. Stiles allowed himself several heartbeats to marvel at the occasion before he retreated her along his length until only his tip remained in her mouth.
Like a true pro, Malia didn’t sputter or cough or gag. In fact, the slender werecoyote simply gulped down a lungful of air, slurped up the thick strands of saliva dangling from her mouth than rubbed the spit that had fallen onto her tits, making her swaying boobs glisten from the moonlight pouring into the basement.
“More,” Malia encouraged, opening her mouth again.
Stiles began the same method again but this time he felt Malia pulling his hips towards her. When he looked down he saw her flash him with her large eyes, pleading him to go faster. Whether it was her visual cue or the wave of horniness he got looking down on her with half his meat pole in her mouth but he pulled sharply on her head and sent her face crashing into his stomach.
“Gggulllllggkkk,” Malia coughed but refused to gag.
When she didn’t put up any signs of resistance or cues for him to stop, Stiles held her pressed against his pubes for a handful of seconds. Just as her hands started to dig harder into his flesh, Stiles relented on his vice-like grip and pulled her backwards then immediately. Malia was allowed a quick breath before the eager boy slammed her back down his length, instantly impaling his dick in her oral cavity. She continued to make her gurgling noises with each thrust but the redhead didn’t try to stop him from abusing her throat.
“Need to fuck you for real,” Stiles said after another dozen rounds of the face-fucking.
“Thought you’d never ask,” Malia smiled. “Just get down here and get that beautiful cock inside me,” the werecoyote added, undoing her own pants.
“Let me grab a condom,” Stiles said, turning to go hunt down his pants, and the condom held within his wallet.
“Screw that. Sex, now!” Malia demanded.
“Can’t really argue with that, now can I?” Stiles asked rhetorically while Malia stepped out of her pants, rendering herself completely nude.
Malia had just finished pulling her second leg free of her skinny jeans and Stiles took advantage of her unbalanceness. Stiles scooped the naked werecoyote up, feeling her fleshy globes press against his muscular chest before settling her down on her back on the rug. Though he didn't exactly ooze alpha energy, he knew that Malia wanted her man to have a firmer hand, so he acted the part.
“Is this what you wanted?” Stiles asked her, grabbing her knees and spreading them apart as her stunning blue eyes locked onto his rock hard cock, still shimmering in her spit.
“Oh, most definitely,” Malia moaned as Stiles moved forward and lined himself up with the entrance to her pussy.
“Then no point keeping you waiting,” Stiles said before pushing forward and burying half of his cock inside her in one thrust.
“God, yes” Malia hissed, lifting her hips to try to get even more inside her.
Putting his hands behind the backs of her knees, Stiles pulled back and watched the journey his cock made the entire time. When just the head was still inside, Stiles immediately pushed forward and slammed the rest of his cock into her, drawing a grunt of elation from Malia. The fact that it made her perky tits jiggle as a result of the force was an added bonus for him.
“Oh holy fucking shit,” Malia groaned as Stiles slammed into her.
“God, you have perfect tits,” Stiles complimented.
Stiles couldn’t help himself but watched as the leggy teen’s pair of beautiful boobs bounced rhymically in front of her. Naturally, this spurred him on to thrust into her with a single hard thrust and watched as her perky tits bound with every thrust.
“Again. Fuck me hard like that again,” Malia half begged, half demanded.
“Pinch your nipples for me,” Stiles hissed, slowing down just enough to show her he meant it. “Get them nice and hard.”
Though Malia would have preferred to rub her clit, or even get a finger up her ass, pinching her nipples was a suitable option. Plus, she really did love it when Stiles took control like this. Giving in without complaint, Malia brought her hands down to her glorious mounds, cupping them in her small palms before rolling her erect nipples between thumb and forefinger. Though it was Stiles' first instinct to lean down and worship the bouncing tits with his mouth, he had to resist because it would’ve required him to slow down, if not stop altogether, and Stiles was already running short of time as it was. Instead, he had to do with worshipping them from vision alone, which was still a pretty damn good deal.
“Hard,” Malia begged. “Give it to me hard.”
After a spell, Malia dropped her hands from pinching her nipples and cradling her tits so that she could reach above her head. Finding the cement wall of the unfinished basement cellar, the sexy werecoyote pushed against it, helping to meet Stiles' thrusts into her snatch. Taking a leaf from her book on leverage, Stiles leaned over the leggy teen, resting both hands on the floor just outside of her shoulder to help generate more thrusting power.
“Fuck…so good. Ugh,” Stiles groaned.
This was how the next several minutes went. No words other than the guttural moan or incoherent begging for harder or more. Malia was alternating between begging for more, leaving her mouth hanging wide open in a large O or biting her bottom lip. Stiles was a bit more one-note in his expression, opting for what could be described as a snarl as he used his arms and powerful hips to thrust down and up into Malia’s wet snatch. Of course, he was aided by the gorgeous girl, who was using her aforementioned arms to push back against him, as well as her heels digging into his glutes with her legs squeezing tightly around his waist.
Malia continued to arch her back and squirm in pleasure beneath his strong torso as Stiles continued to pound his hard cock into her. His erect cock slid effortlessly into Malia’s smooth pussy, her moist juices coating him and making his relentless thrusting effortless. Moaning as her fuck boy to dominate her by pushing harder into her, the slender beauty pulled an arm from pushing against the wall and used it to reach down between their bodies. As his lengthy cock continued stretching her hole and rubbing against her G spot, Malia added a third stimulus by using her deft fingers to grind her clit
"Keep going..." Malia breathed with urgency.
"Yeah? Gonna cum," Stiles asked with a tone of superiority for outlasting her.
“Fuck! Ahh! Yes,” Malia nodded her head vigorously and continued to rub her clitoris even harder. “You better too if you know what’s good for you.”
Stiles didn't bother replying since he knew exactly where his own orgasm stood, and that was getting closer and closer with each thrust. Therefore, the fuck boy chose to focus on plunging his entire length into Malia’s pussy with the same rapid thrusting he had used the last 5 minutes. He made sure to really grind his hips at the end of each sheathing deep into her cunt, grinding her G spot while her hand continued to diddle herself. The leggy teen was meeting his thrusts by raising her hips off the floor while Stiles could also feel her heels dig against his ass to spur him deeper.
"Yes...yes...yes...OOHHHHH FUCKING HELL," Malia screamed as she creamed all over his throbbing cock. Barely missing a beat, Malia opened her eyes and stared the man up in his handsome face. “Cum in me, big boy. I love feeling you pulse your juices inside me.”
He returned his gaze to her eyes and his mouth gradually turned into a smile. He kissed her lips forcefully and pushed his cock hard into her, his balls starting to tighten. He pushed his entire length into her waiting pussy as his load started to shoot inside her. Malia gripped his hips tightly as she felt the cream of her boyfriend start to fill her up. He continued to thrust into the werecoyote as his balls emptied, his eyes remaining locked on her stunning set of blue eyes.
After all of his cum had emptied into her, Malia loosened her legs that had been spurring her date onwards. After another deep breath, Stiles regretfully unsheathed his flesh pole from the warm confines of her sex, leaving a full load of jizz bathing in Malia’s womb as per her request. As his cock slid out of her, Stiles scooted back on the carpet a length before gathering up his clothing and starting to dress.
“Why are you moving? And not cuddling?” Malia asked.
“God, I hate myself for saying this, but we should probably go help…with freaking Liam,” Stiles spat the name.
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