Originally this was gonna be just around Malia from Teen Wolf season 4 since I didn't finish it(you can tell that's where it was going from the beginning of the chapter) but after finishing the show and watching Malia moments, I just had to include her in it.
A little note: I've recently asked readers on Watppad about the length of these chapters and they decided I should write less, so this is gonna be the last chapter you ever read that will be long.
And I'm keeping the Flash suit out of this. No one in Teen Wolf would wear superhero suits, so if you know that episode in the Flash where he wears a kind of brown jacket and a blue sweatshirt underneath, that's gonna be his outfit. Pretty sure it's Season 4 ep 4 of the Flash
So enjoy!
Whorecoyote's Howl (Malia Tate/Shelly Hennigs)
Beacon Hills- Night
Beneath the nearly full moon, down past the winter-bare branches of Beacon Hills's woods, not a blade of grass stirs in the peculiar quiet until a shadowy figure bursts out from the darkness, moving with a speed that can be described as supernatural.
The figure turns out to be a female with long messy hair that jiggles right off her shoulders as she dashes through the dirty path of gravel into the hiker route which leads directly to the Beacon Hill High School's parking lot, passing many oak trees in the middle of her night run, wind rushed past her face and glues on to her, she takes a small whiff and sighs in delight when inhaling that smooth autumn breeze California gave off tonight.
She charges onto a small mountain and begins to dig her nails-which were so sharp like razors to climb up on top before dashing faster and faster more into the forrest.
The figure runs down a very moist steep hill-taken place of the thunderstorm that occurred just yesterday- which bounds to a 100ft drop cliff.
With so much speed as she runs, the shadow silhouette clenched her teeth as she pushes with every ounce of force she can. A foot touches the dirt.
Time slows as the figure launches into the moonlight, doing a front-flip midair then landing on both heels when landing on the other side of the cliff.
Eyes glow azure-a bright brilliant shade of blue when the figure is revealed to be: Malia Tate, werecoyote.
Malia keeps on trudging through the forest, her hair keeps on getting in her face every time she made a turn. Her feet was barely reaching to a stop, all the twigs and leafs crunch under her boot with every dash.
She was enjoying this moment, this peaceful howling night moment.
When reaching into a certain part of the forrest, Malia comes to a stop to catch her breath and that's when her phone dings in her pocket.
She takes out her phone to check who it was but was having trouble clicking due to her razor claws tapping hard on the screen, "Stupid piece of-" Malia says to herself, then she inhales sharply after trying multiple times to retract her claws, remembering from what Scott McCall told her whenever she's in this situation: 'focus on things that matter to you most.' Malia thinks about her dad, her friends, her family and the razors slowly turn back into normal nails.
She smiles to herself for being able to regain control and just as she was about to open up a message from Lydia-one of her best friends, a twig snaps only few yards away.
Malia turns around in confusion, peering through the woods, but leaves and twisting tree branches are all that moves in the breeze.
Her heartbeat rises as she looks all around her scenery: Tall dark trees the size of buildings, fog-laden woods, dirty puddles of gray water under small-yet high rocks scattered. With a shaken breath, "Hello? Is anybody there?" She announced. No reply. Not even crickets, it was just pure dead silence.
Thinking it was probably a bunny or a deer, Malia puts her attention back to her phone, texting back to Lydia about her midnight jog when suddenly that same sound of a twig-even closer this time- snaps once again. Malia looks up again, "Hello?" No reply.
Feeling unsettling and aware of what is lurking, Malia hurriedly puts her phone back in her pocket and unleashed her claws.
She heads in the direction she heard the noise coming from. Hurtling deep and slowly into the forest, Malia uses her super sense to try and get a whiff of the source, but all she could smell was dry old moss.
"Come out now and I promise to kill you quickly-Wait! No that's not what Stiles or Scott would say-uh I mean, come on out...with your hands above your heads...and I will not hurt you I guess," Malia awkwardly yells out, staggering beneath the trees and up a small tree stump that had fallen over before standing in a clearing in the woods, shivering in the cold.
She glances at every side with her claws out in a battle stance, ready for whatever could surprise her.' But she's disappointed when nothing happens.
Just as Malia was about to give up and go back home, suddenly a shadow zooms in front of her. Malia noticing this, she heads after it, walking at first before moving faster and faster, until she's jogging and then running.
She hurls into the fog and woods, and in just a couple of seconds she sees the shadow right in front of her, it was moving really fast, but her 8 years trapped as a werecoyote, the woods have become the back of her hand: she knows every short cuts, every bump, everything! which allows her to gain up to the source. She lets out an animalistic growl, thinking she's keeping up at pace with the shadow which causes her to growl again as she lunges herself forward, tackling the shadow.
Both the shadow and Malia go rolling though the ground, getting dirt and different colored leaves all in her hair. She finds herself lashing out her canines as she is on top of what was the shadow: she was surprised to see her best friend, Barry, underneath.
"Barry? What the hell are you doing here? It's the middle of the full moon." Malia gets off of him, putting away her fangs and helps him up. Through the moonlight, Malia can see Barry also has some dirt and a few leaves and even sticks all over his clothes and pants.
"Malia, it's not what it looks like." Barry quickly says as he dusts his pants off. Malia does the same to her leather jacket, picking a leaf that was stuck on her shoulder and flicking it away.
"Oh really? Cause It looks like your pulling a 'Stiles move' and following me through the woods" She simply states, Barry nodding shamelessly knowing that's exactly was he is doing in the middle of night, especially when it's the full moon.
People in Beacon Hills would be stupid enough to even consider going roaming on about after hearing from the local Beacon Hills Police Department about werewolves and soon Kanima sightings in California. Barry was one of those stupid people unfortunately.
"Okay, so it's exactly what it looks like-but I was doing it for good reason!" Malia stares at him to keep going. "Kay maybe I don't really have a viable reason but-"
"Did Scott put you up to this?"
Barry shoves his hands in his pockets. "Pfftt! No..." he laughed nervously. Malia squints her eyes, folding her arms over her chest and cocking her hips.
"Yessss...okay yes, Scott may have had been the whole cause of me being here, but you gotta understand where He's coming from. He's just worried about you, Malia. And frankly, I don't blame him, this is really dangerous. Not to mention, The Rogues and Monroe's army are still out there and they are not gonna stop till you and Scott and everyone like you guys are dead-that includes me by the way! Um hello speedster from another world over here!"
"You forget, Barry," Malia turns on her heels towards the exit of the forrest. "I've been trapped as an animal for over 8 years, fought Ghost Riders and Berserkers who are almost stronger than me, using squirrels and deers as my course for food. I've survived being hunted before," Barry watches discomfiting as Malia takes a few steps away.
She turns to look at him and then flashes her eyes to glow blue with a grin. "I can take care of myself."
"Malia." just by the way Barry said that, she could tell he was annoyed with her stubbornness but that's Malia Tate to you, stubborn, outgoing, and very unique in her own way. That's when a tree Malia is about to walk pass gets shot with something causing the oak to burst in smoke. "Malia!" She shields herself with her arm, her heart beating ridiculously fast it was almost impossible to hear her surroundings.
Barry looks quickly over his shoulders to see what that was, but all he saw were the shriveled long plants under the deep purple sky. Cold air comes out of Barry's mouth when he withdrew a breath, shivering. "I'm fine," Barry heard her say.
She looks again at the tree and watches as smoke from the tree lifts up to the night and dares to take a step forward, seeing the trees sap drip down onto the grass, but the color was different. Instead of translucent, watery-filled, amber color it was a metallic, thick, gold liquid.
Malia's stomach lurched with nerves and Barry, he was just standing there with a plain stare with a smidge of his battle face, ready for anything as Malia slowly leans to the tree's scorch mark. There, she begins to hear what sounds like a hissing noise, only getting louder and louder.
Before she could react, the tree bursts! in explosion of yellow and white fireworks, sending Malia flying through the air.
Favorite Scene of this chapter
As Malia was in the air, the world slipped past. The explosion settled with chunks of wood freezing. At this velocity, everything appeared to stand still, and Barry was focused on mainly Malia who is in the air, slowly falling. One slight problem tho, without his Flash suit—along with all this immense power, he could potentially burst up in flames so he's got to be very quick! Barry charges the Forever Force(Speed Force, Strength Force, Sage Force, and Still Force) different combinations of colored lightning: Yellow-Red, Pink, Blue, and Green poured into his eyes and flickered all around him, sparking everything in a living glow. Barry then dashes up one of the tall-building like trees, his lightning leaving scorch marks on bark as he runs up off of it, his body was sizzling up painfully as if he was being boiled alive. Barry's teeth grits in agony. White heat flames inflame his face. Barry bellows a war cry as he holds out his hand as he leaps off, grabbing Malia(not to hard or then the friction he produced could have torn her arm, but then again Malia has strong durability so it might just give her a nasty burn which would heal in a second, guess it really wouldn't matter) in a protective bear hug mid-air, her body pliable as she is stranded in the speed force just before she could connect with the ground.
What do you think? Something CW Flash could have in an episode?
His feet touch the ground, but at the speed he was going at, it was very hard to control his legs so he ends up tripping and goes tumbling through the dirt. The world jolted back into normal pace and keeping his grip on Malia, he turns her around so he can absorb the blunt—which felt like a knife repeatedly jabbing him in the back—till her perception shifted.
A loud boom echoes though the dark forrest and the air is filled with bits and pieces of wood and sticks before striking down like lightning. Barry's body is above hers, she could hear the intense thumping of his heartbeat which weirdly was louder than the ringing in her ear and the smell of his fear and confusion clogged up her nose so effortlessly.
"You okay?" He asks with with a grunt, wincing in pain.
"I'm f-fine." She stammers out, staring up at him in silence, her chest heaving up and down. That's weird, she doesn't normally stutter. The only time she ever did was the first time...holy crap! It was the day she realized she had feelings...for Scott.
Does that mean? But would she? He's clumsy, and stubborn, not to mention really cocky-which is not her type, however he does have his moments. He's smart, kind-probably the kindest man in the universe, nerdy, quirky, and surprisingly for a man like him, he actually is hot and adorable. Like super adorable it kills you to even look at him!
Tho she doesn't see why, she would be attracted to that. Unbeknownst to the two pairs, as she stared wistfully at him, the tree behind them began to creak and groan, its roots starting to shift.
"Alright, as long as you're-"
"BARRY!"
Also this one
As predicted, the tree pulls straight from the ground. Panic gripped Malia as she realized what's happening. The pine tree tilts, it's leaves rustling...then tips over.
Malia shields herself with her arm, not wanting to look. She was waiting for the sound of bones cracking, but it never came. Slowly, she lowers her arm and that's when the most shocking thing happened. Two long, white hands shot out protectively in front of Malia, and the tree shuddered to a stop a foot from her face, the large hands fitting providentially into a deep dent in the side of the trees trunk.
Blue lightning crackles and covers Barry's entire arm, holding the 20ft tree from crushing them. His eyes darts up to Malia, who was looking in befuddlement when his face has little glowing blue cracks and eyes turning from sea green to ocean blue. He grunts out, "Oh this is heavy as it looks! How does Kara do it?"
"Are you alright?" Malia wondered, her face lightens up a shade of blue cause of Barry's energy flickering off his face.
"Yeah...just give me a second to try and figure this out."
Then with another grunt, he lifts it slightly up before he throws it away from them, the tree crashes onto the ground with a loud boom! Birds fly off into the night.
Pretty nice huh?
It was silent. Barry exhales before getting up, pulling Malia onto her feet as well. They just stare at the fallen down tree that was in front of them now. Malia was in shock, and from the other hand, Barry grins followed by him punching the sky with his hands in triumph.
"WOOOO! Strength Force for the win!" He cheered, his voice echoing through the laden woods. "Told you I had it by the roots!" He says, shrugging his shoulders as if it was too easy. The blue cracks began to fade as do his eyes, returning back to their normal color. "And here I thought fighting Despero was tiring!"
Malia rolled her eyes and chuckled despite what just happened. "Is that the one you said looked like a walking fish but had the complexion of a roll of Hubba Bubba?"
Barry winked in confirmation and Malia smiled gently at him in response. However, she wasn't fast enough from catching herself looking down her nose, checking The Scarlet Speedster out as he dusts his jacket off. Nevertheless, Barry took notice and his eyes sliced to Malia, taking notice of Malia's dirty stare.
His brows raised. "Everything...okay?"
Just there Malia was this close to clawing her eyes out and tossing them into the pond. That was the second time she was caught staring at Barry, but could she blame herself tho? The man just saved her not once, but twice in less than 24 hours which really does deserve some sort of gratitude or reward.
Malia blinks. "I hate the woods." She flatly says.
Barry nods. "Yeah, we should probably get out of here before Mother Nature decides to throw more trees at us. C'mon."
Barry prowls on over to her in order to swept Malia off and into bridal style so that he can speed them both out of there. However Malia slaps his hand away, Barry gazing up at her in confusion.
"I can run just fine," Malia simply says, "I'm a coyote remember? I heal fast and smell everything within miles."
"So she says," Barry mutters, getting his hands away from her. "Okay, but I'm not letting you stay alone tonight. So either we go to mine or yours OR we say screw humanity and stay here in the woods-I learned a lot of survival skills from Oliver to a point I can last for 5 years like a Wookie. Your choice, werecoyote."
Malia huffed through her nose and her breath was seen indicating it was very chilly tonight. She just stares at him for a moment, thinking about her choices.
On one hand, Malia was slightly terrified and didn't want to be alone tonight. On the other hand, she was afraid of being in a room alone with Barry. Again, if she was to stay alone there's gonna be non-stop calls from him and better to be the room next to her then waking up frustrated.
Finally she made her choice.
"...Fine. We can go to my house. Let me take off my clothes."
Barry's eyes widen "Say what now?"
"Well, I'm not gonna run in these creepy ass woods with my shoes, I'll get them dirty," she tells him as she reached to take her shoes off. "So, I'm gonna go in my coyote form or whatever's the hell Stiles calls it and meet you there." Malia shrugs off her jacket, throwing it at Barry, catching it.
His eyes wandered around her body, that was until she was halfway removing her shirt, he awkwardly turns around. He just stands there, eyes glancing over his shoulder tempting to take a peek at her but doesn't. From behind he hears a zipper being pulled, clothes being taken off and a clip that can only be the straps of her bra.
After, he hears leaves crunch in a pattern which tells him she was walking. He doesn't know why, but he closed his eyes. Then, he feels a light tap on his shoulder and slowly turns around only to see a shocked view: Malia stands there completely naked with one hand on her hips and another holding her clothes and shoes. Luckily he didn't get to have a good look at her body other then her upper half and that's when Barry closed his eyes immediately and looked away.
Frustration rises in her throat. "Oh stop being such a bitch!" She blurted out. "You and Scott both have seen me naked plenty of times in Hong Kong."
Barry hesitates at first before turning around and whitely opening his eyes to stare mainly at her eyes in order to not trigger his friend down there. Even though he can still see a glimpse of her cleavage from the corner of his eyes.
"Good," She roughly hands him her clothes. "Now, take these and meet me at my backyard. And be careful to not step on the bear traps I placed, spent a lot of time setting those up to catch deers and I don't want them to disintegrate into mush with your freaky powers. Do I make myself clear?" Malia commands, folding her arms to cover her chest.
"Y-yeah. Yes. Loud and clear." He puts her clothes and boots under his arm "Um—so I'm just gonna—" Barry stammered. "Yep." Embarrassed, a blizzard of leaves went airborne with The Flash's exit.
Malia's House
Lightning crackles the pavement behind Malia's backyard. Barry let out a sigh of relief being back and finally out of those creepy woods. He waits impatiently, whistling to himself a bit.
Just then, from behind a set of wood fences he hears the sound of footsteps pounding the ground. Immediately he knew who it was and braced to hand Malia's stuff. That's when a shadow-grey big looking wolf with crystalline blue for eyes leaps-slow motion- over the fence, coming to a stop in front of Barry.
Barry watches in awe as The wolf in front of him slowly turns back into Malia and instantly gives her back her clothes. Barry turns halfway as Malia gets dressed back in her normal clothes.
As she puts on her shirt, she asks, "So now that you basically forced me to bring you to my...house. What are we gonna do tonight bodyguard?"
Barry glances at her for a second, then smirks to himself.
Malia tilts her head in befuddlement and that's when her vision is paired a white light as she is sped away by the Scarlet Speedster.
She finds herself standing in her own room with her boots and jacket still in hands and a grinning ear to ear Barry with a thin box and pack of beers.
"Pizza!" He cheered.
Malia shook her head in annoyance and takes a seat on her bed, tossing her boots somewhere and throwing her denim jacket over her desk chair. "Need I remind you, Monroe and your arch nemesis, Thawne is still out there killing werewolves," suddenly her demeanor changed when she says, "We shouldn't be inside. We should be out there with the pack searching for them and cutting their throats."
"I don't condone killing, you know that," Barry responds, putting the pizza on the bed.
"Then we kill them...respectfully."
He trails off to sit right next to Malia, he grabs both her hands and caressed them. He flinched to how cold they are, but Malia hardly seems cold. In fact, she seemed like she was sweating by how her breathing is heavy and how her skin automatically fired up as soon as he made contact with her.
He quirks his head. "If only that was possible," Barry takes a pause, looking down at their hands, he says, "Look, I used to be just like you." His eyes glance back up at her. Green meeting Brown, she does the same and flicks her gaze to look at him.
"A deranged sociopath who's bones break every full moon and turns into a giant 3 ft carnivorous animal with eyes that turn into glow sticks and a craving for deers?"
Barry bit back his bottom lip in order to contain a laugh. "No—Although it would be an interesting story to tell about," a ghost of a smile spreads on Malia's face.
Barry continues, his smile falling as he spoke. "What I mean is, when my dad died because of Zoom...I remember seeing red. I was angry. Bloodlusted even. It was like everything good about me just swam away in the sea when Zoom murdered him and all that washed up on the shore was darkness. That darkness Thawne says I have and everyone who feels the same: Kara has said it. Lydia. Diana. Zoom countless times. Savitar. The Red Death. My friends. Derek. Hell-even Superman and Oliver says it,"
Malia wanted to say something but doesn't and lets him go on. "I didn't believe them-I didn't want to believe them. I always assumed I was the good guy, the superhero that was given an opportunity to do amazing and extraordinary things."
"You are," Malia confirmed, her eyes glaze across his face. "You got struck by lightning and survived. You stop betahuman. There's nothing more heroic than that."
"It's 'metahuman' and that's understandable, but...I wanted to kill him, Malia. I wanted to rip him apart. To make him feel miserable. Make him feel scared. Apart of me wanted to make him feel what I felt." His tone lowered, but he was still neutral, although his jaw did tighten when speaking.
"Did you?" She wondered, her eyebrows rosed.
"I couldn't."
"I would've." Malia says.
"My mom and dad didn't die just for the sake of me turning into a killer. It's what makes Thawne and Zoom so angry: All that pain, all that suffering that's where they only come from, from loss. But not me. I was seperated by all that hate. I was blessed," Barry seemed to smile a fondly smile when finally finishing off with, "With a great mom and a great dad."
Malia slowly nods. "That's the difference between you and me. You were raised right: You had a full life in highschool, you got to go to pep rally's, dance all awkwardly at homecoming and prom, secretly make out with your girlfriend under the bleachers, even getting grounded for getting an F on your test. Me? I lost my adoptive parents and sister by my power-hungry mother who did her very best to kill me just to get her werecoyote powers back at the age of 8. I accidentally murdered my family and was stranded alone in the woods for all of my childhood, having to learn my abilities on own. I had to teach myself how to hunt and catch my food. Like an animal. Since then, killing has became a second nature of mine."
Barry sighs, feeling strong sympathy for the shapeshifter teenager—well, now an adult. Having to go through all that trauma—especially your family suffering by all your own doing is something no 8 year old should go through.
"I'm so sorry," Barry says somberly, tracing circles on her skin. "I didn't know that."
"It's not something I tell to people I don't trust."
A grin curls on the Scarlet Speedster In respond to Malia's. "So...are you saying that you trust me?" He leans in, pushing slightly down on her thigh.
'This was it' Malia screamed in her head. It was now or never, she can smell the conditioner he used ridicule her nostrils. With that in mind, she mirrors Barry and leans in as well, the space between slowly dispersed.
Their lips inches away.
Suddenly, she stops to whisper, "Um, since we are about to devour this pizza, let me go put on something more...comfortable." Barry noticed a sly smile after she said that, but decides to think too much of it. Malia gets up and disappears into her closet, taking her jacket and boots with her.
As Malia was in her closet, assuming she's putting on some pajama cause what else would she be going to her closet for, Barry pulls out his phone to see if anyone has called him lately. Fortunate enough, he sees about 47 voice mails, all from Stiles, Lydia, and Scott.
Noticing how long Malia is taking, Barry calls out from her bed, "Hey Malia, are you okay over there?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just—looking for something that's not too flappy. I just don't want to be in something that screams: 'I've been held captive for 9 months in a dungeon by a stalker named Jeff or somethin like that." Malia yelled from the other side, doing a Australian accent at the end.
"Uh okay...take your time." He responded, feeling a bit weirded out that the time Malia ever cared about what to wear just so happens to be the night Barry is in her bedroom. He opens up his phone and chooses to listen to the voicemail from Stiles since he is the first one he saw. He brings it to his ear to listen.
"Dude! Where are you? Lydia is constantly asking me about Malia and she won't leave me alone—Not that I want her to obviously, anyway call me later or I'm gonna...I'm gonna—Okay I don't know what I'm going to do, but it's gonna be painful and scary! More painful than scary but with a hint of more scary! With a tint of pain!"
Barry cringed at the end before clicking out with a small chuckle. All of a sudden, the closet door bursts open with a seductive voice saying, "Once you've hanged up on Stiles, how bout you start paying attention to me."
Barry turned around, and that's when his heart pumped like it was on life support; Malia stands there in a pink bathing suit, one where hugged every curve of her smooth olive skin. The pink fabric hugged the curve of her ass, leaving nothing to the imagination but what it would look like bare.
"Holy shit..." Barry gasped.
"I know I look like totally gross," she exaggerated, leaning on the door.
Barry gazes intensely at her, taken away at her tease.
"This swimsuit was from last year. Lydia bought it for me for her pool party, but I only wore it once tho." She added with a toying smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Definitely looks like it was money well spent. Remind me to thank Lydia for that."
As the brown haired vixen struts towards him, Malia uses her super sense of smell to inhale Barry's manly scent of bananas and oh he smelled so delicious, so ever lastly delicious it pained her to gain some self control. She propped herself on his lap and could feel the tiny hairs on the back of his head when she runs her smooth finger tips along his skin, sending crazy signals which swelled up in the Speedster's gut.
Barry's face curls a ghost of a smile when inhaling Malia's aura: Vanilla and blueberries. It was like she was a human ice cream cone with so many flavors to lick and suck till there is nothing left but the leftovers of ice cream all over his lips.
"I can't wait to see you with your shirt off. You have no idea how long I've been dying to fuck you since I first laid my eyes on you." She revealed huskily, staring dangerously at him with her eyes, feeling a set of strong hands grab her waist and pulling her body until she can feel her breasts crush against his chest.
"That makes two of us, but don't expect me to go easy on you." Barry whispered in her ear, the vibration of his throaty voice makes her entire skeleton shiver straight through the blood stream. Beneath the pink, it suddenly felt heavy, hot and damp.
To makes matter worse, he grabs her juicy ass tightly, followed by the room being filled with a loud smack! She moans in his ear and all his mind thinks is: 'fuck do I want to hear that sound constantly the whole night. My dick is getting super hard with her on top of me and I'm really dying to not rip those straps till they are thin pieces of fabric, but I want more than that, I want to hear her scream my name till her howling call mistakenly comes out, make her tremble when I grab that tight little body and pound the daylights out of her till she begs me to stop, I wanna stick my cock in that snarky little throat of hers and make her choke on her words like she does on a daily basis whenever her presence is around me, I want to do all of it and not worry about any sign of restraint, but I can only hope I'm not just a rebound'
As if Malia's prominent-dominate coyote side was triggered by the mere press of a sneaky button, it didn't take long for her steaming insides of the dazzling Werecoyote grabbing Barry's jacket and colliding they're lips together.
As soon as her lips collided with his, Barry lost all sign of restraint, his veins explode on the Fourth of July as the nerves in his body tangle all together in a knot. Malia kisses him with fever, pressing her lips as hard as she can while making animalistic moans in his mouth. Moreover, he tries to match her lingo by bringing his own force into it, kissing her with the same amount of desire. Due to the Strength force, Barry could kiss Malia as hard as he can and not worry about breaking his jaw or hers which is great.
As his eyes were closed shut, Barry managed to move the pizza box that was behind him and drop it to the ground. He threaded his fingers through her hair as he smiled into the kiss, enjoying the sweet sensation of her perfect lips. Heat zipped to his dick when she smiled back and puts her strong animal-like arms around his nape to pull him closer.
A slippery tongue slithered it's way into the Scarlet Speedster's mouth to explore his insides of it, groaning into her mouth. Barry was sitting with an arm behind him, grabbing tightly onto her bedsheets while the other fondles her boobs slowly and preciously. His hot breath tickled Malia's tongue, minature lightning bolts exploding in her chest and fizzling through her nerves—including down her nether regions. A hungry growl coming from her, she adjusted herself—not breaking the kiss—until both her knees were on each side of his legs, straddling him.
Barry could not for the life of him keep his hands off her breasts and quite frankly, he didn't want to. Nonetheless, the whimpers coming from when Barry skimmed over her neutral-toned thighs indicated she wanted this as much as he did.
She tilts her head in order to deepen their mating kiss, taking one hand from around his neck and leaving it to rest on the side of his face, playing with his hair with her other hand.
Malia didn't want to, but breathing is becoming a essence. She pulled away slowly, staring wistfully into his eyes. She sees how swollen Barry's lips are and can't help but smile so hard in her head.
"Woah...I-" He stuttered. "How long have you been wanting to do that?" Barry curiously asked.
"A while," she breathed, biting her lower lip. "Ever since I broke up with Jordan." She failed to realize her irises shined blue for a split second. "Don't stop now. You think I haven't noticed the many times you stare at my ass when I'm not looking? Or the many times you ask Lydia about me?" She says with fire.
Barry seemed to let a grin appear. "What can I say?" He whispered. "For the fastest man alive, I can be very slow.
Malia smiles infectiously, running a thumb across his bottom lip, her gaze falling to coast at his eyes. Primarily, Malia shrugs off his jacket, leaving him in his navy-blue sweatshirt and brings him again to peck him on his lips before, this time adding more of her other half side.
Their nerves exploded like bombs between them; Malia runs her hand through his hair, tracing every outline of his tips that poked out from his natural brown hair. Barry pulls her in even closer if possible till her breasts crushes against his warm abs. Malia begins to grind her athletic lean body so saucily against his crotch like a stripper, his dick bending in his jeans as all the blood roaming in his head streams down to the playground landmark.
Malia obviously feels his friend poking her inner thigh and chuckles as she kissed him.
"Seems like someone wants to play," Malia cooed, palming his boner and warmth running to his cheeks.
Soon, The Werecoyote had lost grip on morality and pulling away with a wicked growl, she rips Barry's sweat shirt in two with her powerful claws with a slash.
Her eyes gleam dangerously over those muscular pecks and those delicious handful of a 6 pack. Malia delves into kissing his neck and does her very best to capture every patch of skin till red spots begin to appear.
"Oh come on Malia! I just bought that shirt!" He uttered, another groan follows when Malia directed her long wet kisses on his throat.
"This one's on me," She growled against his throat. "Now stop talking and enjoy."
Claws still out, Malia placed her hand on Barry's torso and dragged her razor-sharp fingers over his chest, Barry groaning at the sensational feeling of her hand and he can feel Malia had a ghost of a smile against his neck, a response to how Barry is reacting to her touch. Wanting to go even further, a claw-free hand presses down on his chest till his back feels soft fabric of her bed sheets. The shapeshifter unclips her bra and lets it fall to the ground.
Malia smiled at Barry's gawking, drool slipping out in response to the big boulder-like B cups almost C cup, perky pink nipple placement releasing out in the open. Malia hummed in delight, coming down his chest teasingly before coming to a stop at his waistline. She unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down only to be surprised at the enormous tent in his boxers.
She flashed him a evil grin, then yanks down his boxers, a 9 inch cock spews out, Malia's mouth opening in shock as do her eyes which widen till they touch her eyebrows.
Never in her life has she seems such a big cock before—especially super endowed. Scott was maybe 7 and Stiles was at least a 6 and half, and it was easy taking control over their bodies, but something tells her that Barry might be difficult to overcome.
"Oh wow...it's so...big. Now, I see why Allison and Lydia can't take their eyes off of you." Malia tells him, licking her lips deviously when wrapping her fingers around his organ.
Suspicious rises in his throat. "Wait, Allison and Lydia both like me?"
"You don't notice Allison's long stares?" Malia's tone darkened. "Or Lydia bending over whenever your around?"
"Is it bad if I say no?"
"Depends. Lydia was the first to call dibs on you, but seeing that she was with Stiles at the time, she backed off, like a good little banshee."
"How unfortunate."
"Yeah well, Allison was the exception of a slut. She was repulsive. Couldn't keep her hands to herself, always gawking at you when you bring up being the Flash. I bet she was wondering the difference of a vibrator and a speedster inside her pretty pussy," Malia explains, her gaze coming up from his meatbone.
"Oh fuck" he groaned, pictures of Allison, Lydia and Malia giving him a blowjob appear.
Her jaw tickled. "Me on the other hand, well, let's just say 'you picked the right night to stalk me.'"
"I didn't-Gah!"
Malia didn't let Barry finish when shoving his cock between Malia's gorgeous lips in a flash of light, her warm skilled mouth took in more length then expected to, almost reaching his pelvis bone. Her throat opens for Barry to shove more inches in her, forming a tight seal and sucks him off vigorously, slobbering noises clog the room.
"Fuck Malia, take it easy. It's still attached to me." Barry mutters, flames engulf his whole body like wildfire.
Suddenly, Barry feels a tight grip on his throat and a violent tone saying, "Don't. Tell. Me. What to do!" Barry sees Malia's normal brown eyes shift blue once more...almost like it a warning. It lasted a second, then changes back to brown.
Malia keeps her hand on his throat as she opens up to take him in, her inner muscles sucking Barry's cock with hunger and her tongue bathed around every skin of his cock, moaning with so much eagerness in her mouth at the same time she stroked him.
Malia sounded angry when she stops to say, "Ugh this fucking cock taste so fucking good!"
Barry suspected Malia's animal side was getting the better of her since the grip gets tighter around his throat. Although, thanks to the strength force, Malia can suck, play, grab as hard as she wants and Barry would feel merely a tickle.
Speaking of suck, Malia wasn't done. In fact she was far from done. She took in Barry's cock like a porn star, her head bobbing up and down so fast she looked like a blur: her tongue slides down his penis as she gave him a well deserved blow job.
Seeing as Malia is getting aggressive, Barry believes he could to the same, so, with a little bit of strength he rose back and slammed his cock inside Malia's hungry mouth. The athletic Werecoyote took that as a challenge and grabbed Barry's throbbing balls, cradling them as she did the impossible: she deep throated him. Malia lifts her head to move up, but Barry sits up and pushes her head down, holding her there.
"Where the hell do you think you're going? Barry growled. "You wanted this didn't you?" Reaching from behind her he gives her ass a hard smack, Malia's hips jolts in shock.
He keeps her stable for a second, Malia's face turned red and her eyes roll to the back of her head before letting her free. Malia withdraws, panting heavily and gulps, but then she smiles mischievously.
"Mmmm...so that's how it's gonna be?" She sinfully says, her lips reddened.
"Shut up and suck this dick you sexy fucking beast." Barry commanded.
Malia complied and just as she was about an inch to putting him back in her mouth, Barry surprises her once again when thrusting into her. He bucks his hips wildly as he frantically jackhammered her slutty mouth. Malia grabbed onto Barry's thighs for grip as she was getting her face fucked by the Scarlet Speedster.
"You're so good at that, Malia, but there's more of you I need to see before I cum." Barry heavily breathed as he stopped his thrusts.
"Go right ahead," Malia purrs."Tonight my body is all yours. Do whatever style you want to me. Doggy me. Missionary me! I don't care what you do just as long as you're big cock is inside me, I'll be your submissive little pet"
At the speed of light, Barry places her on her desk and takes off her panties in a hurry, almost ripping them. He fondles her perfect body with his fingertips and smiles when coming to her tits.
"If I had known you girls wanted me from the beginning, I would have ripped your clothes off by now."
"Noted. I will pass the message along, but first...I want you to fuck me" Malia tenderly blurted, playing with her tits.
Barry sucks on her nipple and vibrates his tongue when biting down, Malia bites down on her lip, containing a moan when feeling euphoric vibrations.
"As you wish," His tongue slithers down her chest before coming to a stop between her legs. Barry's eyes flicker up at her and she stares down at him, nodding eagerly.
Barry spreads her legs open and smirks at the sight. He didn't get a chance to collect his thoughts cause all of a sudden Malia grabs the back of his head and pushes him into her boiling quim.
Barry licks her up and down, experimenting on her. Already he can taste the bitter sweet juices off of her, it was so intense and he immediately found a craving for more. Barry switches from slow to fast. Surging up the air and connecting to the Speed Force, he vibrates his tongue and drove deep into her pussy, taking the bead of her clit into his mouth and sucking oily. Malia mewled, then pants as she started to ruffle Barry's hair, trying to contain her legs from quivering.
"Oh right there! Don't stop you're right there!" Malia screamed, gripping both ends of her desk.
Her legs start to close around his neck, but Barry presses down on her thighs and forces them open. He begins to eat her out, pumping in and out of her pussy. The wild brunette's head falls back and lurches her hips. Immediately Barry feels a sweet and warm liquid come out of her hole and slipping into his mouth.
She tasted so good. Barry can practically taste the blue berries and waffles when instantly slurping her up, taking in every ounce of her till she was drained.
"You're tongue feels like heaven. Allison would so put an arrow in me if she found out I fucked you first before her," Malia breathed, massaging his scalp.
"Oh trust me," Barry says, licking more of her sensitive clit. "I know what that's like."
Barry withdrawals from her and lines his erection to her pussy, spitting on his cock he glances up at her. "You ready?" He asks.
"More than anything, baby." Malia sweetly deadpanned, grabbing onto his hips.
Slowly, Barry pushes his hips forward and Malia obviously didn't want it slow cause with a fierce tug on his hips, his cock was scorched into the deep caverns of her pussy less than a second. Malia moaned loudly in delight and winced in pain but got over it when she feels 5 inches enter the deep crevices of her insides. A loud groan came from his mouth when feeling how tight Malia's pussy is.
"God, you're so tight!" He grunted out, his balls twitched the further he pushes into the Werecoyote's dripping wet pussy till his cock is buried in her insides. He lifts her left leg and puts it over his shoulder.
"Fuck me till I can't shift anymore. Don't hold back. I wanna feel every single moment."
"Then, it's a good thing I won't break easily." He growled and begin thrusting into her.
His hips rock back and forth. He grunts as he tried hard to keep his seed lock in his balls, oh, how, tight she felt.
Malia was moaning and panting as her hair jiggles with every thrust he slams down on her. Barry pulls back and down and back again all the while giving her sloppy kisses.
"Oh, fucking hell, Jesus fucking Christ that dick feels so fucking good inside my wet pussy!" Malia growls, sighing with a open smile as she grinds under his bulging cock.
That's when Barry did something he ever knew he could do: he activated the Sage Force.
As Barry was penetrating so deep inside Malia, The Scarlet Speedster uses it's telepathic abilities to force himself into her head. Barry focused hard and before he knew it, Malia moans a high pitch so loud, the coyote roar accidentally activates. Picture frames shake stormily, her desk rattles so violently he thought they were about to break it.
Scott McCall's Home
Scott lazily throws his jacket over his chair and sits miserably at his desk, contemplating on what to do about Monroe when suddenly, A powerful howl blasts through his window. His desk shakes, door handle rattles, it was almost like an earth quake is rocking his entire house.
His head lifts up when he whispers, "Malia." Then grabbing his jacket, he dashes out of his bedroom window and runs into the night, hoping to get there before it's too late.
Back with the two, Barry kept on hammering into her, giving her every ounce of his strength and to please her even more—The Scarlet Speedster was just full of surprises. Thanks speed force—he vibrates his cock whilst inside her and the same time used the Sage force to make her feel every single thing he's feeling: her touch, her warmth, her voice, all being conquered by his unstoppable cock.
"GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME! FUCK ME HARDER BARRY! FUCK ME SO HARD! I WANT ALLISON AND LYDIA TO REALIZE WHAT A FUCKING SEX GOD YOU ARE!!!! AHHHHHHHHAHHHHH!"
Malia's eyes glowed blue and this time Barry flashes his eyes at her, all the lightning surging goes through his pupils.
She didn't want him to hold back and that's what he's going to accomplish. Barry uses more of the strength force as he ram deeper, coating his entire manhood in blue lightning. One of the desk's' legs cracks.
Barry stops moving his hips, that's when Malia huffed and he feels a sharp sting on his cheek. 'This bitch! She didn't just—Did she just—Oh that's it! Fuck your desk Malia, you wanna be a slut? I'll make you turn into a slut!' Barry screams morosely in his head.
The adrenaline rush got to him and before he knew it, Barry has her turned around, her plump ass raised in the air.
His mouth watered at this mesmerizing scene and using more strength he gave her the hardest slap he has ever gave anyone, Malia screaming to the top of her lungs and the bedroom door comes off it's hinges, falling on her bedroom floor with a loud thump.
Barry grins when he gave her another slap! and another! "Spank my ass, I've been such a naughty little whorecoyote" Malia cried out.
The window begin to crack and looking up, there were holes all over Malia's walls. All that stress and fury was being released on her juicy butt and the frustration makes him so angry, Barry harshly grabs her throat and squeezes.
Another strength force slap! The trees leaves from outside start to rustle and crows flight off into the night.
"This is what you want right?" He growls, whiplashing her head to make her look at him and slapped her face, hard.
"To be a slut? Well, you're gonna get your wish. I'm gonna make you take this dick like you never wanted it. I'll turn you into my slut guinea pig and fuck you whenever I want. Whenever your in the shower I'll be there to shove my dick so deep in your throat you'll choke on your own saliva. When you're around Allison and Lydia, your all getting your insides rearranged and drench you bitches in all of my cum till you beg for more. You're fucking mine. Scott and Stiles could go beat each other off for all I care."
Barry didn't realize how threatening he sounded. The Scarlet Speedster wonders if this how he really acts when his inner darkness is released? If so, it feels so...good to have Malia in under his control, forcing her to do whatever he wants.
I force myself inside her and fucked her doggy style—his favorite position—,Malia howled but he shuts her up when putting more grip around her throat, clenching his own teeth when grabbing her hair, bunching it into a ponytail, and pulling back as he pounds the ever living hell of her ass which was covered in red marks and blood.
Soon her first orgasm ripped right from her core, unleashing her coyote growl to roar again, scaring off deers and bunnies from outside to run like hell.
Her warm pussy gripped his cock and it just fuels his libido to extend. A rapid fire series of thrusts leaves Malia's all sweaty, beads of sweat falling from her damp hair.
Barry grips her ass followed by a slap, Malia heavily pants. "Who's your daddy?" The Scarlet Speedster found himself loosing control. When Malia didn't respond, a yelp flies out from Malia in response to another juicy slap with a "Who's your daddy whore?!"
With a strangled tone, she manage to get out, "Y-you my lord."
Oh how sweet she sounds when calling Barry her lord, but it's just not good enough. With more power, he chokes her even hard, her eyes watered as tears stream down in pleasure. This was it. This is what Malia sacrificed her past relationships for. A rough fucking session.
"Tell me what you want," he huffed in her ear, sending shivers to her pussy. "Be a good little slut and TELL ME WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT!" Barry yelled, grabbing on her hair again and pull back but leaving one to continue to choke her.
She sounds out of breath when she says, "I want you to make me cry! I want you to drain all your cum and make me your personal cum dumpster, daddy! Make me regret this night! Fuck me till sunrise! Show me what a bad girl I've been!"
A wicked grin appears and grabs her hips as he railed her pussy at immense speed, the Sage force was still activated so she could still feel every single dirty thoughts and hunger he has.
"You're gonna make me cum!" Malia howled, constantly repeating herself when reaching her orgasm immediately sending her into space, already starting to see stars.
This was beyond euphoric and waayyy better than any regular male pornstar. His hands touched every single inch of her body as possible.
That's what she admired about Barry. Everyone she's ever fucked always only touch her genitals but never caress. Barry on the other hand was a prime example of a keeper, he doesn't only skimp on Malia's coin slot, he runs his hands in all possible ways on her athletic body: touching her thigh to legs and her bare back to her toned shoulders and down to her fingertips.
Malia closed her eyes and another orgasms breaks right through and her legs trembles, almost loosing her balance when his hard cock exchanges to a piston effect, penetrating between the whorecoyote's accommodating velvet walks
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!" Malia's warm juices lubricated Barry's cock.
He was about to cross the drawbridge, but not without filling every hole Malia has. Already he ruled two entrances, however, there still is one more, a sacred one. Normally, Barry would have asked for access, but he could give a shit at this point. Grinding his dick at the rim of Malia's deep secret tunnel, Barry pushes forward and grunts as he tried not to blast off.
It felt so good and must have been for Malia too cause as soon she feels something rock hard slip into her ass, her grip tightens and screams and before they knew it, the table splits in half with a crack!
Barry laughs and so does Malia, then moving her to the other side of the broken table, cock still in her sloppy cave he drove himself insanely fast into Malia, her juicy heart-shaped ass ripples and jiggles with every thrust.
The earth stops spinning on its axis, completely conjure in bliss. Not a worry in the world. It was just her and Barry against the world. She wishes there was a mirror in front so she can watch herself getting her cheeks clapped from behind. Hint of drool slips out as her eyes stare dreamily at the roof, her vision blinding.
"It's too big...It's too big!" Malia struggles to say with Barry's hand on her throat. He smiles in evilness and gave her a neutral smack on her ass, Malia laughing then moaning in ecstasy.
"Yes it is baby but I'm tired of doing all the work. It's time to prove how good you can ride."
Barry stops and pulls out, running his hands through his now drenched hair. Malia gets up and pushes Barry down onto her chair and gets on top of him. The ceiling light shines down his body and she sees he's sweating: droplets of sweat streams down his cheeks and his chest and a faint rose-red blush over his pecks.
"Wow, looks like you've had it today and you're still not on the verge of coming yet? Looks like we're gonna have to fix that." Malia purrs, biting on his earlobe, then giving him a passionate kiss.
Malia impales herself on Barry's power pole, only a few inches in and a hungry groan comes out and he holds tightly for the ride Malia was about to give him. She grits her teeth in pain as she pushes down onto Barry's chest when lowering herself till her pussy swallows him whole, sighing in delight once it's fully inside. Wasting no time, she gently begins to bounce up and down, treating him like an exercise ball.
"You've had made me howl like I was feral the entire night," Malia muttered as she grinds all over his cum-lathered cock. "Now I'm gonna ride the fuck out of you till you howl. Ya should have played nice."
"I should have played nice? You-" he didn't finish his argument due to Malia giving his cheek a firm slap, Barry huffing in anger, realizing Malia is in control now.
Malia grabs his throat and squeezes tightly as she rides him like an insane person, using her full potential she could muster to ride him in rhythm. Her many times running late at night increased her stamina and allows her hips to bounce with zero debilitation. She jumps, than down, and jumps again and all Barry can really do is sit back and just enjoy this euphoria. Malia sucked on his neck, giving him more hickeys as her pussy slammed down on his cock.
"Malia, I can't hold it anymore, your so fucking good." Barry breathed, grabbing her tits and squeezing them hard. Malia whines against his neck before pulling away.
"Cum all over my face, Barry. I want to be drenched in your sperm like I'm in a bukkake movie." Malia begged in his ear, Barry smirking.
"You've been such a bad girl. Watching too much porn can rot your brain—Fine. Then get on your knees," He demanded, wiping off sweat off his forehead. Malia giggles as she hops off and gets on her knees, however, both her hands were on the ground too, looking like a patient puppy, ready for all that precious fluid only Barry owns.
Barry jerks himself off, Malia opens up and sticks out her tongue. "Oh fuck! you look so sexy like that." Barry compliments, jerking himself rapidly.
His body goes tense and makes a strangled noise when he busted his entire load, spraying his hot semen all over Malia's tongue. Then he spurts out more like a cannon till he shudders to a stop, painting Malia's hair and face in white.
Malia scoops up his cum from her chin and shoves it between her lips, sighing in delight of the salty/sweet taste of his delicious cum. "Mmmm, you know your gonna have to clean this room right?"
Barry rolls his eyes, lifting her up from the ground and giving her a sweet kiss. Suddenly, they hear a "WHAT THE FUCK?" Barry and Malia turn and see Scott standing on the other side, his mouth wide open.
"Oh shit!" Barry and Malia both said in union.
Alright, wasn't my best, but let me be transparent really quick! This was originally supposed to come out the day Teen Wolf Movie dropped, but the writing was so terrible and so I took the liberty to proof read it before publishing it and I got to say, I actually think I did good on this one.
Don't worry I'm getting to your suggestions, but I have to figure out the scenario so I can make it. If anyone has anything for Sara Lance please let me know.
Until then, thank you and have a good night.