bakerstreet | Weekly Smut Picture Prompt Meme

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[The Bite changed a lot for Erica. It did everything Derek promised. Her seizures stopped, which eliminated the need for her to take medication with all of its humiliating side-effects. It changed her from the inside out. She slimmed. She didn't just become healthy but she flourished in all of the ways she'd always craved. She became stronger physically, which made it easier for her to be strong on the inside. Being a werewolf liberated her and let her come into a certain level of aggressiveness she'd never known the likes of before.

More than all of that, however, becoming a werewolf meant that Erica was no longer alone. She had an alpha who looked out for her. She had another beta to call a friend. She was part of something instead of on the outside looking in. And soon after she changed, Boyd was as well. One became two became three became four.

With what feels like the whole world suddenly being available to her, it takes a while for Erica to figure out what she wants. There's too much chaos around her as she tries to get a handle on what she's become and the danger she's found herself in. There's baggage to try and let go, old attractions and even new ones that never came to anything. Nothing feels clicked into place until Boyd, and even then it's hard for Erica to recognize fully what there is or can be with them.

But there are shared experiences, and the thrill of being around someone who can understand what it is she's been through, someone who's been through something similar themselves.

It's not the first time she invites him back to her house, or even the third. Her parents both work late more often than not, and when school lets out they have the place to themselves. Erica unlocks the door and heads for the stairs, trusting Boyd to lock up behind her and follow her to her room. Impatient, always in a hurry to expel all of that pent up energy that builds during the school day, she strips her shirt off the moment she gets into her bedroom. It's tossed aside before she reaches for him, arms winding their way around his neck and pulling him close.]

[There are no girls like Erica. Boyd didn't get a chance to know many of them but he observed them in the hall and the lunch room while he sat ignored in a corner. Behind the seizures and the shyness, behind being quiet Erica always had a fire but the bite let it out. She was a star. She was his star.

She hadn't figured that out yet. Boyd was fine with that. He could be patient, he could wait because he still got to Erica like this.

He locks the door behind them and follows Erica upstairs, running a hand down her back as they climb the stairs. He smiles and wraps his arms around her, sliding right up against her.] Mmm, you smell good.

[He nuzzles her neck, taking a deep breath of her scent. She's sugar and spice, a little sweet but able to kick his teeth in. He grabs her ass and squeezes hard. She can handle his strength. She likes it too. He likes giving it to her.]

[Erica's chin lifts as he presses his face into her neck. Being what they are, it's more of a sign of trust than it might be with regular humans, and besides that, it's a sign that he knows what she likes. Her hips rock once against his as he grabs her ass. There's no light pressure from either of them, and it's just the way she likes it.

Hands latching into his back, she curls her fingers, presses the tips in through his shirt. It's going to be one of those days, one that results in fingernail scratches and bite marks, even if their healing abilities will make them fade all too soon.]

You feel good.

[She cranes her head around to try and press her lips to the side of his face as she tries to drag them back toward her bed.]

[He's probably going to lose a shirt if he doesn't take it off soon. Erica's using her human nails right now but claws had happened before. No one would ever see the scratches Erica left behind but even after they healed he could still feel the phantom pain.

With his grip on her ass he lifts her up into his arms for the short walk to her bed. He climbs onto the bed, kneels for a moment with her in his arms, then drops her so he can pin her down.]

I'll make you feel even better.

[He grins at her, his eyes flashing bright gold, before he kisses her deeply.]

[Her legs wrap around him the moment he lifts her up. She responds with a throaty little laugh as he walks them back to the bed. It dips under their combined weight before he releases her onto her back. She doesn't even have to reach for him to pull him back with her before his weight settles over her again.

There's no time for a witty retort, no time to issue him a challenge to try and push his buttons. His mouth locks to hers and she kisses him back as if she can somehow feed off of it. Her body arches under his, hips and chest against his, and she draws her knees up on either side of his legs. Erica cups the back of his head with a groan into his mouth, and moves sinuously under him. She wants, she needs, and Boyd...

Boyd gives her all of that, and something more. Something she can't yet put her finger on.]

[He pushes up on an arm to get a hand between them and deal with her bra. He's getting good at managing it with one hand and this time he doesn't rip it off in frustration. He grins against her lips, feeling smug about his accomplishment.

Now he has the room he needs to get his hand around her breast, pinching her nipple hard between his fingers. He bites her lower lip before moving his mouth down to her neck. She lets him bite her here. The hickies never stay because of the healing but he tries to leave them anyway.

He doesn't have a claim on her, not one she acknowledges anyway, but he tries to leave one every time they're together.]

[Apparently some of her clothing is going to survive their encounter. She'd regard the matter with some amusement if it wasn't for the fact that she's distracted by those little swipes of his fingers as they work at the clasp of her bra, the feel of his smile against her lips. And god, the instant his hand cups one breast and she feels that too-hard pinch to her nipple that makes her buck under him again.

Yes, she likes it hard. Erica bites back, sneaking one to his upper lip before he moves away to her neck. Mouth free she can gasp as his teeth set into her neck, groan her pleasure as he sucks there. The marks may not stay, but when he leaves them she can enjoy them a while after, can look in the mirror and feel...transformed. Linked. Those marks are what makes her feel like she isn't alone, and it's why she gives him the same.

It's why her nails score up his back as she draws his shirt up, wanting to leave her mark on him even knowing they'll fade as quickly as his on her.]

[He groans against her neck and grinds his hips down harder against hers. He's hard in his jeans, so turned on by her eager and aggressive response to him. She's passionate and all his.

He pulls away from her to yank his shirt over his head and throw it away. He grabs her bra next and pulls it down her arms. It gets tossed somewhere too. Boyd's not paying too close attention to anything other than her right now. He cups her breasts in his hands and leans down to kiss and bite at them.

They can properly mark and claw at each other now.]

[Before she'd been turned, Erica had never thought she'd be able to enjoy something like this. Her health, which had kept her from properly integrating with the rest of the student body would surely forever keep her from being able to participate in this kind of activity.

She doesn't take it for granted that she is now. Her eyes take in Boyd, hard and muscled above her, and it's impossible to miss the appreciative gleam in her eye. He's incredible, and it makes her feel possessive and furious all at once that no one's appreciated him the way he deserves. Not until he was brought into the pack. It serves them right that they can't have him now. They don't get to feel his skin under their nails like she does now. They don't get to have his mouth on them, his teeth which even now make her cry out and arch under him.

Her eyes flash gold, and she gives gives up one hand to slide between them. He's too low down her body for her to properly grab him but god does she try, fingers grasping at that hard, familiar length beneath stiff denim.]

[The wolf in her brings out the wolf in him. He responds with a pleased growl, encouraging more as he ruts against her heads. She can't truly reach him but the hint of her touch is good for building his need.

He does need her. She's pack, she's his best friend and if she ever realizes it she's the love of his life. He would do anything for her. Right now, anything for her is pleasing her.

One hand leaves her breast so he can fumble with the snap of her jeans, trying to get them open with one hand.]

[She's not sure how much patience she'll have today. There's a part of her that wants to bring him back to her breasts, to have him bite and suck at them until they ache, to work over every inch of her skin until she can find signs of him left behind no matter where she looks. But at the same time that needy, aggressive side of her that's only heightened by the wolf makes her want to rush.

He makes her desperate in a way she'd never dare show anyone but him.

Erica tries to shift her hand down further, but the moment he goes for her jeans she abandons all attempts in favor of helping him. With two hands to his one, she unfastens them quickly and pulls them open with a yank. Erica lifts her hips and drags the pants down to her knees, working with, almost kicking movements to get them off. Control fraying, she gasps out:]

Yours too.

Alright, alright.

[He hates having to pull away from her but he needs a little more room to get his fly open and shove his jeans down. He has to roll away from her and onto his back to kick them off but they're gone quickly enough.

This time he pulls her on top of him. He slides a hand into her hair and yanks her down for a bruising, aggressive kiss. She has plump, full lips and when he kisses her they only get softer and fuller.]

[Erica doesn't waste the time he takes to get undressed. She may dislike being separated as much as he does, but she sees it for the necessity it is. Eyes drinking him in, she rolls onto her side to kiss his shoulder. Her lips part long enough to nip at him there just moments before he pulls her on top.

Smiling easily, Erica settles her hips against his, underwear the only thing left between them. Another laugh bubbles up from her throat as his fingers delve into her hair, and when he yanks her down, Erica goes, bracing both arms above his shoulders. Letting him lead the kiss gives her a chance to lead elsewhere. Straddling him, she positions her hips above his, right where she can feel him hard beneath her. With a deliberate rock of her hips, she grinds against him and moans into his mouth, enjoying the friction there as much as she loves the subtle touch of her breasts rubbing against his chest.]

Shit. [She's so wet he can feel the front of his boxers getting wet where she's grinding down against him. She's going to feel so good when he finally gets inside her.

He lets go of her hair and takes a hold of her hips. He guides her movements so that her clit grinds against his stomach each time she rolls them forward and drags slowly over his dick when she rolls them back. His girl knows what he likes and what he wants. It's her, it's always her.]

[Letting him shift his hold from her hair to her hips, Erica finally gets the freedom to reciprocate a little of what he gave her earlier. Her lips find his neck and in short order she's kissing at his skin. Her tongue licks at his throat, tasting salt, and unable to help herself she sucks hard to leave marks of her own.

All the while, she lets him work her hips over him. He's hard, firm, and feels incredible between her legs in all the right ways. The way he rocks her back and forth does wonders for her, and she groans as her muscles tense and twitch in her back.]

All day, all I could think about was this...

Yeah? We could've done something about that before now.

[They were werewolves. They could easily muscle their way into an empty classroom or locking room to get off together. He would gladly do that and let everyone see the wreck she leaves when she's done with him. She holds back for this, so Erica is wild when they finally get together. Sex at school would be great though.

The sex right now is more important. He lets his claws out and cuts the edges of her panties. He yanks them off, puts his claws back and rubs his fingers through her folds.]

[R.I.P. panties. They weren't her favorite so she just gets the thrill of his ripping them off to enjoy and savor. She loves him like this, both of them on the edge of letting the more feral side of their natures out but still controlled, just enough to keep from actually damaging each other.

She presses herself up halfway the moment she feels his fingers slip between her legs. Inhaling sharply, she braces herself with her hands at her shoulders, gripping so tight that her nails start to dig in. But oh, she keeps rocking against him, rutting against his fingers for her own pleasure with her lips drawn open and hair falling loose around her shoulders.]

You want to--do this--at school?

Don't you?

[He raises an eyebrow at her, his eyes wandering over her to take in how beautiful she is. She's fearless and stunning. He can see how much she's enjoying this and it makes him want to give her even more.

Boyd coaxes her up a little bit more so he can slide a finger into her. She's so wet it slides in easily but she grips him tightly. Being inside her is the best feeling in the world. He swears it's the same thrilling sense of freedom that running under the full moon with the pack brings him.]

[Her mind is already wandering when he poses the question, trying to think of where they could do it, how, what would be the most exciting. She likes the idea of sneaking something at school, it would be the only good thing to happen at that damned pl--

His finger slides in before she can even finish that thought. It's strong and hits just the right spot inside of her, just the spot to make her squirm over him with a moan. Her nails dig in, as she huffs out a breath, staring down at him looking up at her like she's--like she's something special. That alone is enough to make her clench tight around him.]

Yeah I do. Where?

[She wants to hear where he wants her while she shudders around his finger.]

[He licks his lips as he thinks about it. There are a lot of places they could sneak away to but there's one obvious one that comes to mind for him.]

Boys locker room. I could hold you up and fuck you against a locker.

[He wants to do it against his locker and leave the scent of them having sex all over a space that is his. Isaac will be the only one able to smell it besides him. He curls his finger inside her, looking for that little spot inside her that makes her howl.]

[The boys locker room doesn't lack for availability. It would be easy to get in there if they time it during a period no one has P.E. She gets immediately why he'd want to do it there. It's a shared space, and both of them will always feel they have something to prove to the rest of the damn school. He could pound into her against the lockers and know it, always remember it.

She ought to hold out for somewhere that won't smell so much of sweat except she likes the idea of him taking her hard and fast, him holding her in place and fucking her while the sounds of it echo in the room.]

Yeah, see if you can make me scream when--

[She gasps as his finger girls, and Erica bows her head down with a harder shudder. Licking her lips, she bears down on his hand, desperate for more.]

That's it, there, Boyd.

I don't want you to scream, baby.

[He keeps the finger pressed against her to make sure she gets the full pleasure out of it. He wants her to come at least once before he fucks her. It will take the edge off for her and make her more aware when he does fuck her. The longer this takes, the more her scent will linger with him. He loves to smell like her.]

I want to make you howl.

[They're wolves. They howl and claw and bite and it's good. He enjoys bringing the wolf out in her, seeing the strength and pack in her.]

[Erica makes no effort to make sure she looks good in the middle of this. All of her focus zeroes in on the curve of his finger and the pressure of the tip inside her. Her efforts become limited to the movement of her hips, the desperate breaths she takes between each rocking motion and each moan that gets higher and higher pitched.

She knows what he wants from her, and as she works herself on his hand over and over again, she steadily draws herself closer and closer. Sweat beads on her brow, her nails start to break the skin at his shoulders as her fingers tense further. Visions of him fucking her at school, them wrecking the place with the force of it, maybe even getting caught--all of it runs through her mind as her eyes close. It gets her hotter, gets her more on edge, and it's in the middle of looking down at him, anticipating the feel of him pressed deep inside her that she reaches climax.

The sensation rushes her nerves before she can prepare. Her arms go stiff and elbows lock, her hips bear down harder on his hand again, and with a choking noise she shudders above him. But she doesn't stop and let it pass. Her hips keep moving, trying to keep her orgasm rolling through her until she gives him what he wants. Her eyes glow gold once more and her moans turn to howls, a release as much as it's a challenge for more.]

[That makes her so beautiful is that she doesn't try when they're together like this. She's only Erica right now and that's what's so beautiful about her. She's free, she's wild, she's burning bright. She's his star.

And when she howls he throws his head back and joins her, responding to the challenge and promising to meet it. Probably every wolf in Beacon Hills knows what they're doing right now which is good. He doesn't need Isaac or Derek muscling in on his girl.

Slowly he pulls his finger out of her because it's not as satisfying for him anymore. He wants to fuck her now.]

Weekly Smut Picture Prompt Meme

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Booooooyd

Eriiiiica!

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...that moment when you notice awful typos in the tag you made before /)_(\

It happens to all of us at some point.

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