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Post by stiles on Nov 21, 2023 20:01:45 GMT -5
There were a lot of aspects of humanity that even now, after more than a decade spent mostly in this body, Malia still didn’t understand. Luckily for Stiles, birthdays aren’t one of them.
When he lets himself stop and think about it, the easiest explanation is that she had understood birthdays as a child. There were almost a decade of those, too, that he knows she has fond memories of. She’s told him before about balloons in her favorite colors and homemade birthday cakes and a shiny new bike she had skinned her knees repeatedly falling off of for the rest of the day. So even now as she’s approaching 30, Malia approaches birthdays with the same childlike wonder and enthusiasm. She insisted on colorful balloons for Derek’s and tried (and failed) to make a cake from a box for Stiles’s their senior year.
But no birthday delighted her more than her own.
It was the whole reason he had wanted to propose. He had taken the day off work and splurged on the “glampground” at Big Sur, dropping nearly a month’s salary on a single night. But then his grandfather had died, and he had spent an entire weekend realizing he had been a fool to ever be afraid of forever with her. It was the fear that they might not have forever that had filled him instead. So he had asked that question there in that hotel room. And then… life just continued on. The ring had to be resized, so it wasn’t on her hand. The pack had been excited for them, but it had felt like everyone else had known this ending to their story was inevitable. His dad had known about his plans, so he had been surprised to hear they were engaged sooner, but he was just as happy for them. And life just continued on.
And with the exception of the proposal, their plans for her birthday were still the same. It’s not his alarm but Ava that wakes him that morning, fussing in her bassinet on Malia’s side of the bed. His fiance sounds wide awake as she coos to the baby, the mattress shifting beneath him as she sits up, but Stiles had taken Ava’s dirtiest diaper to date in the middle of the night. As much as he wants to settle into the day alongside the two of them, he finds himself rolling away, tucking his pillow around his head in an attempt to drown out the early, early morning and catch a few more minutes of sleep. What’s a day off if he can’t sleep any later?
He must manage to fall asleep because her soft coos disappear. The whole world disappears until her weight is suddenly settling on his back. Her hand is warm on her shoulder, her lips are warm when they close around his earlobe. And as much as he wants those few minutes of sleep, he wants to give her everything today. Stiles slowly rolls onto his back, opening his eyes as she settles instead on his chest, her arms folded there as she smiles widely down at him. “Hey,” he says, his voice still heavy with sleep. He resists the urge to wipe it from his eyes as he reaches for her face again, cupping her cheek in his palm. “Happy Birthday, Mal.”
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Post by malia on Nov 22, 2023 20:53:16 GMT -5
Malia hadn’t slept well the night before. She had that giddy feeling of butterflies in her belly all night long at the thought of her birthday quickly approaching with the dawn. The thought of sweets and ice cream and balloons and celebrations, even presents that she didn’t really need, and Stiles affections…all of it had her feeling like a little girl waiting for Christmas morning and left her tossing and turning most of the night just counting down the hours and willing the red numbers on the alarm clock to go by faster than they were.
So when Ava starts to fuss at the crack of dawn that morning, she’s already mostly awake. It’s instinct to react to the baby, it has been since she was born, but now it’s just as normal as breathing. She sits up, reaching into the bassinet and lifting Ava’s warm little body into her arms. Her heart warms at the touch and she leans down to kiss her little head. “Shh, it’s okay,” she whispers softly. “Mama’s here.”
She’s wet and hungry, and one of those has to be taken care of before the other and Malia decides this morning that it’s going to have to be the diaper. She can’t tolerate the smell for too long and she doesn’t want Ava laying around with a wet diaper against her sensitive skin. She tries to be as still and quiet as she can as she climbs out of bed with the baby and walks her to the changing table. She’d smiled when she’d seen Stiles pull the pillow over his head and his regular breathing lets her know that he didn’t have any trouble falling back asleep. She’s glad for that. He works hard and she wants to enjoy the day with him.
Once Ava is in a clean diaper, Malia brings her back to bed so she can nurse. It’s these quiet moments with all three of them together (even if one is sleeping) that she loves more than anything in the world. Ava gazes up at her with big brown eyes as she suckles quietly, a hand splayed against her breast. She knows Ava can see her even in the dim light of the morning. She has coyote eyes. She smiles at her baby, lifting her free hand to smooth down her dark hair. After she’s had her fill, she falls asleep again and Malia settles her back into her bassinet so she can focus her attention on Stiles. He’s still sleeping, but she doesn’t bother herself with that as she snuggles up to his back, hand on his shoulder as she takes his ear in between her lips and nips at him playfully. She breathes him in as he rustles, sleep falling away as he rolls onto his back. She grins at him, that same giddy feeling still in the pit of her stomach as she rests against the bare skin of his chest.
“Did you get me a present?” She asks him excitedly in response to his birthday wishes, immediately leaning in to steal a quick kiss from his lips.
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Post by stiles on Nov 23, 2023 14:44:59 GMT -5
Malia’s excitement is contagious as she leans up to press a kiss to his lips. He squeezes her sides gently in response and smiles against her lips. He had watched this excitement grow in real time every time he had brought up her birthday. Because as much as he had wanted it to be a surprise, it felt like he needed her consent before planning for an entire night away from Ava. And when he had broached the topic that first night and her apprehension had been clearly written across her face, he knew he had made the right call. Still, she had said yes after only a minute or two spent anxiously staring down at the baby, and then, she had only been excited. It grew when he had told her he booked their spot, and again when he assured her he had put in for the day. She had practically been shaking with excitement last Sunday when they had gone to their weekly dinner with his dad and walked him through Ava’s nighttime routine.
And now, it seems to bubble over as she seems to forget about his question entirely as she kisses him a little harder. Again, it’s like she’s a child consumed by her excitement and unable to stay focused on one thing. She’s suddenly moving to rest on top of him, her body blanketing his as he grunts at the sudden weight against his chest. But that grunt is swallowed up by her mouth as her kisses continue, somehow hungrier and more insistent.
Her fingers play with the ends of his hair as he wraps his arms more securely around her, keeping her there against him. “Present?” he mumbles against her mouth. “What kind of present?” His voice is low and husky in his own ears, and he finds himself holding her hips a little tighter, shifting her so that her backside brushes against his cock. He had woken up half hard, and it had taken a single kiss for him to rise the rest of the way to attention.
Nevermind that he had the ring back, ready to slide onto her finger. Or that he had thought of this night away as her gift, but there was still something for her to physically open attached to it. Or that he wasn’t sure he had ever been as excited for a gift as he was for the one with Ava’s name on it. No, he squeezes her hips again, pressing her ass against his cock again as if it’s his gift to her.
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Post by malia on Nov 24, 2023 23:08:01 GMT -5
When she’d first brought this up, she truly had been thinking about a physical present. Something to unwrap on her birthday. She isn’t sure why she asked because she knows there’s something. She knows him, and he wouldn’t let her birthday go by without some kind of gift, even if it was something small, even with their trip quickly approaching.
But now that she’s climbed on top of his body, his lips warm and hungry against hers and his cock growing hard against her backside…well, she only has one thing on her mind. She shifts her backside, letting his cock stroke her ass as she pulls away from his lips so she can kiss her way along his jaw and slowly to his ear, taking the lobe in between her lips once again and sucking at it tenderly. He moans and she smiles, her hand slowly making its way up his chest and stroking all of the lines of his ribs and his muscles.
“This,” She mumbles lazily. She kisses her way back to his lips, her hands moving to his cheeks so she can stroke the morning stubble with the pads of her thumbs. She pulls her lips away from his with a smack and pulls back so she’s looking down at him. She takes a moment to admire his sleepy eyes and lets her hands move slowly along his chest before she rolls off of him.
She rests beside him on the mattress on her back, turning to meet his confused gaze. She rolls onto her side with a laugh, kissing him again.
“Fuck me,” she whispers against his lips. There are a lot of times she likes to be in control, to feel in control, even of their sex. But this morning, she just wants him to make her crazy.
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Post by stiles on Nov 25, 2023 12:06:12 GMT -5
Malia rocks her body on top of his so her backside continues to rub against his cock, and Stiles has to force himself to stay focused on her. A task she doesn’t make any easier when she moves her lips to his jaw, kissing a line to his ear. But it’s her birthday, he has to remind himself. And in a year when she’s given him all of herself, he wants nothing more than to make today about her. His hands continue to knead her backside as she finally seems to find her destination, sucking on his earlobe as her hands run along his sides. He moans before he can stop himself, and then he has to focus on that mantra again: Malia’s birthday, Malia’s birthday, Malia’s birthday.
It’s no surprise when she tells him this is what she wants for her birthday, but he’s caught off guard when she pulls away. Her stare is intense but soft, like she sees every part of him, even the parts he’s never exposed to another person. And then without saying a word, she moves back to her side of the bed. Stiles can’t help but gape as he turns his head to look at her, certain he’s missed something. But it’s a playful smile he finds on her fast as she makes her request. His cock seems to twitch in agreement as he laughs. “Well, shit, Mal,” he says, already reaching for the waistband of his shorts, and Malia laughs, the sound as playful as her smile as she rolls back onto her back.
He wastes no time in kicking his boxers off and then moves to blanket his body over hers. She still has her own underwear on, but she lost her shirt at one of the feedings during the course of the night and didn’t bother to replace it. Her hair is still in the messy bun she put it in the night before, that same smile is still on her lips, her hands thrown lazily above her head. “God, you’re beautiful,” he tells her as he watches her without touching her, unable to think about anything other than how incredibly lucky he is to have this life with her.
When he does move, it’s those hands he reaches for. He gently grasps her wrists with his one hand as he lowers his lips back to hers. He wants this to be about her, solely about her, so he softly pins her hands to the mattress as he parts her lips with his tongue. His other hand settles on her side, stroking her abdomen with his thumb once before he moves up to cup her breast. His thumb just barely grazes her nipple, and he feels the way her breath hitches in response. So he does it again, then again to make her arch her back away from the bed. He circles her nipple with a little more pressure as he kisses his way down to her neck, making his way to her ear where he nips gently at a spot just below her earlobe before continuing lower.
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Post by malia on Nov 26, 2023 23:30:13 GMT -5
His body is warm as it blankets hers. She’d never realized how good it made her feel, how much she needed this contact…how it gave her life, until she found him. She sighs with contentment as she feels the familiar and rigid warmth of his cock settle against her thighs and she moves her hands to rest behind her head, her eyes meeting his. His compliments are never lost on her, and as much as she would never admit it, they made her stomach flutter with butterflies. It wasn’t that beauty was something she thought about often, concerning herself at least. Ava was beautiful, Stiles was beautiful, the forest was beautiful, and the sunsets, but she never thought of herself is beautiful. Even when Lydia had tried to convince her that her eyes looked better with mascara or that she needed to at least brush her hair before she came to school in the morning.
But he thought she was beautiful and it made her feel things that she couldn’t really put into words.
She’s wet already, the desire coursing through her body and coming to settle in an intense warmth between her legs. She closes her eyes as he kisses her, her fingers tightening around his as he settles against her body. She wants to savor every touch, every kiss, every sensation. She lets her tongue brush against his and moans against his lips as she feels his hands traversing her torso. It starts on the skin of her belly, each touch sending jolts of electricity through her. And that’s before his hands even make their way to her sensitive breasts. She wasn’t sure if they would ever go back to the way they were before she’d gotten pregnant, but she hoped not. It felt so much….better, so much more intense when he touches her there. She nips at his bottom lip as his thumb brushes against her nipple. It makes her breath catch and she arches her back begging for more. Her hands can’t stay above her head any more and she moves them to his back, her regular nails clawing their way down his skin until she finds the firm curve of his ass.
It’s familiar and perfect and she squeezes him gently as she presses her body into him, begging for more contact. He pinches her nipple slightly and she lets out a soft cry, smiling as he looks down at her with a mixture of lust and concern.
“It feels good,” she assures him. “You feel good.”
Her mind can’t help but wander to the fact that they’ll be married someday, soon hopefully. And that perhaps this will be the way every birthday for the rest of her life starts. It makes her smile as she parts her legs, wrapping them around his hips and kissing him again with a hunger that she can’t hold back any longer.
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Post by stiles on Nov 27, 2023 20:10:32 GMT -5
Malia’s nails make their way down his back, and it might be a growl that gets muffled against her neck where his lips are still pressed. It’s not like he’s gone without lately, either. Since they got over the small stumble that was their first time after Ava’s birth, their sex life had returned to normal. Better than normal, if you ask Stiles. He doesn’t know if it’s the level of intimacy that sharing a child has brought into their lives, or if it’s how hard he had fallen for all of the ways her body has changed, or if it’s the way they’re sometimes tangled together in the short window of time they have between his shift and Ava’s next feeding, but there’s something about being with her now that just feels different. And instead of leaving him more satisfied than ever, he feels more insatiable than ever. Like now that he has her in his bed, he can’t possibly get enough of her.
Her hands squeeze his backside, and he pinches her nipple in response. But the cry she makes borders on pain, and the cloud of desire in his brain clears just enough for him to remember just how sensitive she still is now that she’s nursing. His head lifts immediately, brows furrowed as he looks to her, but she only smiles as she reassures him that she’s fine. That it feels good. As if to emphasize her point, her legs wrap around his waist. His cock brushes against her thigh, and he has to take deep breaths to stay in control. Because as much as he wants to be buried inside of her, he wants to feel her come undone first.
He brings his lips to her collarbone, sucking there before he kisses his way to where his hand had just been. His hand presses gently against the nipple on her other breast while his tongue circles this one, drawing a slow circle before taking her into his mouth. She tastes warm and sweet, milk already beading there after she just finished feeding the baby. He savors that taste that’s now completely her in his mind while his other hand gently kneads her other breast. He takes his time sucking and biting before bringing his mouth to her other nipple. As he moves lower, her hands slip up his back until one rests between his shoulder blades and the other runs through his hair. She starts gentle, but when he nips at her sensitive nipple, she pulls hard, swearing above him, and his free hand fists in the sheet, groaning in response.
He spends his time there before continuing down, licking a line to her belly button. He kisses each of the four stretch marks she gained carrying Ava while his hand rubs her thigh gently. His hand stills there on her leg for just a moment before he moves her leg over his shoulder, opening her up wider. He cups her gently, feeling the warmth that radiates from her body as he presses a kiss to her pelvic bone, and then one against her lips. When he finally parts her with his tongue, she swears again. He laughs against her skin, and her hand fists in his hair again. “God, you’re so wet,” he tells her as he slides a single finger inside of her. His tongue finds that bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs a second later, flicking over it while she trembles before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard.
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Post by malia on Nov 28, 2023 23:18:50 GMT -5
She sighs, welcoming the feeling of his lips against the soft and sensitive skin of her breast. There are a lot of things she loves about being with him, about his body, and the way he makes love to her, but the way he toys with her nipple with his tongue is one of her absolute favorites. His lips are hot against her skin and she moans as he sucks against her nipple, already a hard peak thanks to his attention. By the time his mouth has made its way to her other breast, she can’t help but buck her hips against him in a silent plea to give her more. She doesn’t want this moment to end, but at the same time, she shivers under the anticipation of what he’s going to do next. His breathing is ragged as he kisses his way down her belly and that familiar pang of aching desire throbs between her legs.
His lips are just as soft, his tongue just as hot as it circles her belly button, her hands finding their way into his hair. It’s short, but there’s just enough there for her to grab and pull as the other fingers tangle in the short strands. By the time she feels him lift her leg over his shoulder, her heart is racing with desire. HIs breath is hot against her wet center as she feels his lips against her, and when he finally gives her what she wants with his tongue, she can’t control herself.
“Fuck,” she mumbles, pulling at his hair as she shifts her hips against him, her heal digging in to his back as she pulls his lips closer. She hears his words, and she knows….she can feel it, but she can’t respond as he finally finds that one spot that she’s been waiting for him to get to. She’s not going to last long, not with what he’s doing to her now. The combination of his tongue, the way he seems to know just how to move his tongue against her. The sucking, the pulling, the stroking.
“God Stiles,” she cries, pulling at his hair. Her breathing is coming more in the form of short cries, pleas for more. She wraps her leg more tightly around his shoulder, pulling his mouth even closer to her. Later she’ll wonder how he was even able to breathe, but right now all she can focus on is the way he’s making her feel. “I’m gonna come,” She says breathlessly. She’s almost gasping now, each breath punctuated with a cry of pleasure as he moves more insistently and she feels herself lose control against his mouth. All of that heat and pleasure causing her eyes to almost roll back in her head as she moves her hips against his mouth, seeking out that friction as her climax tears through her body with a shudder.
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Post by stiles on Nov 29, 2023 19:55:51 GMT -5
She tastes incredible. It’s the only coherent thought he has as she rocks her hips against his mouth. A slightly more coherent Stiles may have thought to tell her this, but the thought never surfaces as her nails dig into his scalp. So he doesn’t tell her that, or that he’s pretty sure there are less than three things in the entire world he loves to do more than doing this. He’s always loved it, ever since she let him fumble his way through that first time in the corner of her bedroom, when he wanted her more than he could express, but his body was still too weak to have all of her. And he likes to think he’s improved since then, judging from the way she pants above him. Yeah, he really loves this.
He moves a second finger inside of her as he sucks and licks and nips at that sensitive spot. Malia rocks her hips without inhibition now, and it only spurs him on. He wants to make her feel this way. He wants to feel her come apart. He wants to feel her lose control and know that he’s the reason for it. Her leg tightens around his head as she arches her back, and he has just enough space to pull slightly away. He knows she’s close even before she tells him, and he wants to feel her come. He laughs against her skin when she echoes his own thought, but not hard enough to miss the soft way she gasps when he lets his fingers slip out of her. Without missing a beat, he brings them to that bundle of nerves. Just as her thigh begins to tighten around him in a familiar way, he lets his tongue slide inside of her, flicking it against her warmth. And just like that, he feels her clench around his tongue in waves, reaching that climax.
He stays there as she rides out her orgasm, slowing the circles he draws around her with his fingers until her back falls back to the bed and her leg goes limp against his shoulder. He presses a kiss to her skin one last time before he finally lifts his head. Malia’s chest rises and falls with the force of her breathing, her eyes closed as she fights to catch her breath, and he can’t help the smug smile on his face.
“Good gift?” he murmurs against her thigh as he presses a kiss there before looking back up at her again. Her eyes open at the sound of his voice, and it’s like she loses control again as soon as her gaze meets his. She sits up, reaching for his face, and he has to press his hand down against the mattress hard to keep his balance. But Malia doesn’t seem to notice as she kisses him hard, moaning as her tongue moves over his lips, and he thinks he might come right then at just the sound. His hand finds his cock, stroking himself as she tastes herself on his lips. She’s still gasping for breath when she finally pulls away from him. The motion of his hand catches her eye as she looks between their bodies, and he stills his hand but keeps it wrapped around his cock. “Do you want me inside you?” he asks, and there’s no hesitation before she nods emphatically. He leans in, letting his lips brush against hers again. “Then maybe you should roll over.”
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Post by malia on Dec 3, 2023 23:01:01 GMT -5
She sees stars behind her eyes as she comes hard, his tongue inside of her and his fingers still stroking her on the outside. She’d never really believed that was a thing that could happen…seeing stars. She remembers seeing cartoons when she was little where characters had seen stars. But she’d been hit on the head, even knocked out a few times, and she’d never seen stars. But Stiles, he has this way about him. He can make her see stars.
She can feel how flushed her cheeks are a she collapses back against the mattress, her body spent but not satiated, not yet. She what’s to feel all of him inside of her, and she wants to feel him come inside of her, then she’ll be satisfied. But she still grins when he asks her if it was a good gift, a smug and satisfied look on his face, his own cheeks flushed with excitement as he gives her that crooked grin. She loves him, she adores him, and all she can think to do is pull his lips to hers and kiss him hungrily to show him just how much. She tastes herself on him, sweet and familiar and she moans against his tongue as she tangles it with her own. She knows he’s hard, and she can’t help but notice when he moves his hands to his cock, stroking himself in a way that she wishes she was doing. But she doesn’t interrupt, because there’s also something incredibly sexy about seeing him touch himself, even if it’s only out of the corner of her eye. His cock is swollen, standing at attention, hard as a rock, and she desperately wants it.
So when he asks her, there is no hesitation in her response. Yes, yes….she doesn’t want to beg, but yes. But she’s still breathless and all she can manage is a nod as she bites her bottom lip. His kiss is soft then, tender, ands he moves her hand to rest around his as he continues to touch himself. She’s slightly taken off guard when he makes a command of her then, telling her to roll over. She arches her eyebrow playfully, getting up on her knees so his head comes almost directly to the height of her breasts. She stays there for a moment, letting him get a nice long look at her body, a slight layer of sweat glistening on her skin.
She’s teasing as she moves, slow and steady and calculated. Letting him take in every inch of her as she turns and gets down on all fours, her ass facing him as she lingers for a moment. Her heart races in anticipation. She can feel his eyes on her body even though she can’t see him. And then she lays herself down on the bed, her belly and breasts pressing against the warmth of their mattress where her back had just been.
She wants to look at him, but she also wants whatever his first move to take her completely by surprise.
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Post by stiles on Dec 4, 2023 20:17:31 GMT -5
She raises a brow in his direction, but there’s no hesitation as she rocks up onto her knees. Stiles has to pull away to give her room, but it’s like she’s a magnet, drawn to him. Or maybe she just wanted to make sure that he was at eye level with her breasts. It takes all of his willpower to not reach out and take them both in his hands. Or let his tongue circle her nipple one more time. Or bury his face there, forgetting all about his request. But before he can act on that impulse, she’s moving again. She takes her time as she flips over onto her hands and knees. It’s like she moves in slow motion as she arches her back, pressing her chest against the mattress, and Stiles’s hand finds its way back to his cock again, stroking himself as her ass rises in the air before she pushes her upper body up again. And then she sinks back down until she’s laying flat on their bed again.
And she’s so beautiful laid out there before him. He forgets his own name as he takes in the curve of her backside, her long, tanned legs, and the way her hair spills down her back. He must take too long to do anything else because he watches as she parts her legs a little farther. An invitation of sorts that he doesn’t ignore.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs as he finally moves closer, leaning down to press a kiss to each cheek, then another one where her lower back begins. He kisses a straight line up her spine, sweeping her hair out of the way until he reaches her shoulder. He kisses his way across it while his hand finally slides back between her legs. He slides his two fingers inside of her again, and she makes a sound that makes his balls tighten in response. “Fuck,” he swears as she rocks her hips against his hand again, seeking out more like he hadn’t just made her come a few minutes ago. Still, he moves his fingers in and out while he kisses his way over her shoulder until Malia says his name like it’s a plea. Like if he doesn’t stop now, she might reach that peak again without him.
He pulls his hand away, and she groans like she’s frustrated. She turns her head to look over her shoulder at him, and Stiles just takes his time, tasting her on his fingers again. Her eyes flash that brilliant blue, and he needs to touch her again. He moves over her, circling an arm around her waist to lift her hips while his other hand moves to the base of his cock. And then slowly, he enters her, swearing again as her body clenches around him immediately. He only makes it halfway before he pulls out almost all the way and then just as slowly moves inside of her again until she’s surrounding him entirely. And then he starts the pattern again, willing himself to keep that slow, steady pace.
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Post by malia on Dec 6, 2023 21:44:59 GMT -5
His lips are warm and soft against her back as she finally feels the way his body blankets hers. He settles there against her and she almost purrs in response. This was all she wanted. This contact, this feeling of his skin pressed against hers, their bodies as close as humanly possible. She feels his breath hot against her shoulder as he moves his fingers back between her legs and everything is so sensitive and slick and wet that every move he makes is almost torture at this point. She can’t help the moan that slips from her mouth as she feels his rough fingertips slide against her center. She has to steady her breathing, focus on the feel of his lips, or she’s going to come again before he’s even inside of her.
“Stiles,” she whines. She can feel his cock pressing against her leg, and she wants it inside of her now. His fingers feel good, but she wants all of him now.
He seems to understand the urgency of her request, but she can’t help but groan when he finally does pull away. She immediately miss his touch. She looks back over her shoulders, bracing herself on her elbow as she watches him move his fingers to his mouth, tasting all of her. She bites her bottom lip, everything becoming a thousand times more vibrant as her eyes flash that familiar blue. She moves her body into his arm as he wraps it around her, his muscles tense as he helps lift her up, and then she finally feels him there as he guides himself inside of her. She cries out as he fills her, his cock hot and hard as he sinks between her folds. But he almost immediately pulls himself back out. But he doesn’t tease her, and he immediately settles into a steady pace. It’s slow and familiar and she moves her arms above her head so she can take fistfuls of the pillow into her grasp. She moves her backside against him, pulling him in as he pushes against her.
The angle is perfect and he hits her deep when he finally lets himself sink all the way in. She can already feel his pace picking up as he hips at the skin of her shoulder. She growls, her claws tearing through the material of the pillow as he braces himself against her, really settling into the pace of his lovemaking. She lets her body tighten around him, doing what she can as she presses her backside against him.
She whimpers slightly into the pillow as he rests his lips against the side of her neck, pressing his back against her as he lets his hips continue to move against her.
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Post by stiles on Dec 7, 2023 20:14:23 GMT -5
He plans to keep that slow space. He plans to drive her crazy, to make her whole body tremble and her knees give out beneath her when she comes this time. But on that third thrust, Malia raises her hips just slightly so he fills her at a new angle, and he forgets this plan entirely.
He picks up his pace as he nips at her shoulder. Malia’s growl reverberates in his own chest, and he curses against her skin in response. His arm stays wrapped around her while his other hand fists into the sheet, anchoring him there. And then he loses himself entirely. Her hips meet his perfectly each time. He misses the destruction her claws cause, but he doesn’t miss a moan or a growl or a whimper that tumbles past her lips. He kisses every inch of her shoulder until he finds his way back to her neck, sucking on the place where it joins her shoulder until she swears. He nips at that same spot, and she climaxes again, her body clenching around him so tightly, he loses his breath.
He brings his hand to her hip then, gripping her body a little too tightly as he moves inside of her. His movements become sloppier and erratic as he feels that tightness in the pit of his stomach. But Malia says his name again, and it becomes his undoing as he spills himself inside of her.
He doesn’t slow until he’s emptied himself, and by then he can barely support his own weight. His entire body feels shaky as he pulls out of her and half-falls-half sinks onto his side of the bed. In the next breath, Maila is there, turning into his arms, like even that small space between their bodies is too much now. Her skin glistens with sweat, and hair has fallen from her messy bun, and her lips are still red and swollen from the way he had kissed her before. And he’s not sure she’s ever looked more beautiful.
He wraps his arm around her just as he notices something white in her hair. His brows furrow as he reaches for it, pulling away a tiny white feather. “What…?” he says before his question dies on his lips. Because it only takes him a few seconds to realize that a feather in their bedroom hasn’t been on the bird it belongs to in quite some time. He lifts his head, gazing over her shoulder to see the remnants of her pillow, and he bursts out laughing. “You shredded your pillow?” he asks her, eyes shining with amusement.
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Post by malia on Dec 8, 2023 23:28:28 GMT -5
Her climax is so intense she sees stars behind her eyes, her chest stinging with the heaviness of her breathing, and every second of it is absolute ecstasy. It never last as long as she wants it to, but as she’s still riding out her own orgasm, she feels him explode inside of her, his warmth filling her center all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes. She can feel the way his body goes limp against her when he’s spent but she doesn’t let him get away that easy. As soon as he rolls on to his side of the bed, flopping into his back and attempting to catch his breath, she turns to smile at him. She’s satisfied at the fact that she seems to have satisfied him, even if it is her birthday. He tosses an arm lazily over his head and his cheeks are flushed in a familiar way and she loves him so much she feels like she might explode.
She rolls on to her side, nudging her body closer to his until she’s in his arm once again. She rests her hand on his chest, feeling the way his heart races under her palm and pressing a kiss to his skin. The rhythm of their ragged breathing seems to mingle together in a way that makes her wonder if maybe they’re just really two parts of the same person after all. She watches his hand as he pulls a feather from her hair and it takes his laughter to make her realize that she had, indeed, ruined another one of their pillows. She’d been human again long enough to learn completely control over her coyote, anytime other than sex. For some reason, her claws and her eyes just seemed to have a mind of their own when she was fucking.
She laughs with him, the sound of his own laughter like music to her as it reverberates from his chest. “Sorry,” She replies sheepishly, burning her face against his chest and pulling herself closer to him. She pulls back so she can look down at his eyes, her fingers moving to his cheek and tracing his jaw. “You make me so crazy sometimes, I can’t help it.” She leans down to press slow and lingering kiss to his lips as her fingers slide into his hair. She could have stayed just like this for the rest of the day, but she can hear Ava beginning to stir in her small bassinet beside them. She steals one more kiss before she pulls away, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed so she can check on the baby. She’s awake, wide eyed and a tiny fist in her mouth. She gazes up at Malia in that way that makes her heart swell. Her big hazel eyes, Stiles eyes, staring at her like she has already memorized her face. Her mind doesn’t even wonder if Ava could have possibly heard what they’d been doing, or if she’d been awake. She reaches down gently and lifts the baby into her arms, but she doesn’t keep her. She immediately lays her down against Stiles chest so she can make her way to the bathroom.
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Post by stiles on Dec 9, 2023 20:33:45 GMT -5
“Never apologize,” he murmurs against her hair as she burrows her face against his chest. It feels good to have her there in his arms. More than good. Like maybe he should be thanking her for spending her birthday like this, with her body so warm and soft in his arms. And then she lifts her head, eyes shining with her own joy. She bites her bottom lip as she tells him that he drives her crazy, and his cock twitches in response, like it’s ready to rally for round two. “Well if it’s my fault,” he teases her, “then definitely don’t say you’re sorry.”
Malia laughs, but the sound is cut off as Ava begins to stir beside their bed. Both of their heads turn in unison, but it’s Malia who pulls towards her, and Stiles reluctantly lets her go. There had been a time, when they first started having sex again, that Stiles had balked at the idea of the baby being in the room. He had rambled to Malia about his worries of scarring her or scaring her, or her tiny coyote sense of smell being able to notice that their entire room smelled of sex. But then Malia had told him she refused to wait the year Scott said Ava should sleep in their room for to have sex, and the baby had slumbered peacefully through that first night, even when Malia had growled his name as she came. And now, Stiles just forgot she was there at all.
He watches as Malia scoops her from her basinet, talking softly to her as she kisses her tiny face. The baby scrunches her body up in response, like she still misses the feeling of being curled so tightly inside her mother, and Stiles’s heart feels like it might burst. Before he can put that feeling into words, Malia unceremoniously plops Ava on his chest before heading towards the bathroom. “Hey, we’re keeping this pillow,” he tells her as he shifts Ava to hold her more comfortably on his chest. “As a trophy.”
Her only reply is the slamming of the door in her wake. “Guess it’s just us, Aves,” he says, pressing a kiss to the baby’s dark hair. “And your mama couldn’t even wait long enough for me to put pants on,” he grumbles, scanning the room for where his boxers had landed the night before. He spots them not far from the foot of the bed, cradling Ava close to his chest as he moves out of their bed. He’s careful to place her in the very center of the mattress even though she’s shown no interest yet in rolling over. “It’s Mama’s birthday,” he tells the baby as he pulls on his boxers. “And we’re going to take good care of her today.”
Ava, for her part, just stares at him with those big gray-blue eyes. But at least she doesn’t fuss as he changes her diaper and changes her into her outfit for the day. And then she stays curled contently against his chest as he narrates his actions to her. We have to give Mama her presents as he pulls them from the linen closet, a place he knew she’d never look because she never changed their sheets. And we should get her coffee going as he carries her with him into the kitchen, filling the pot and then adding grounds with his one free hand. “What should we make her for breakfast?” he asks the baby as the coffee begins to heat, staring back down into those doe eyes as Ava only yawns.
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