Stale Hale's Teen Wolf Fan Art Drabbles

Office Sex (Sterek)(Mature Content)

This was how Derek expected his day to go, but he's not complaining, not when he struggling out of his pants as his forehead presses against Stiles with a soft moan as he finally feels himself sliding into Stiles' hole. He realizes that his shoes are still on, so he stops trying to get his pants off after he realizes that his pants aren't coming off with his shoes on. He hooks his hands behind Stiles' knee, dragging into to the edge of the desk, and he kisses him. Or he tries too since Stiles is focused on resting his forehead against forehead, and Derek sighs at him as he looks at him. "Stiles." Derek moans, feeling Stiles' hot breath hitting his face as he pants. He's not even moving yet, just more than content to be buried into his boyfriend's ass, and Stiles seems to be happy to do the same.

Stiles reaches out to rest his hands on the desk, he threw everything on the floor and Derek will be pissed about that later, and he moans when Derek starts to move. "Derek." Stiles whispers, his head leaning back as Derek moves slowly. Considering that Derek was just in a hurry to finish something for work, and Stiles hated that he was being rude to everyone since he was so busy. Stiles opens his legs more, his leg muscles tightening for a second with a particularly deep thrust. He's still wearing his shirt, his pants tossed to the toss as soon as he got the agreement from Derek to fuck in his office, and his cock is strained and leaking against his stomach. "That's it." Stiles whispers, moaning when Derek's cock against his prostate.

Stiles feels like he needs to be quiet, he doesn't know that it's just the mood that they've set, or that it's just because that this is Derek's office and he's always making sure that it's quiet in that room. Derek doesn't mind and he drags his lips over Stiles' temple and jaw, not really kissing him but more in the motion of just running his lips over his skin or maybe scenting him. Stiles hasn't notice if Derek scented him, he's not sure if werewolves actually do that or that's just something that wolves did, he'll make a note to ask when Derek's cock isn't burrowed into him perfectly. "You're amazing." Derek says, whispering the words into Stiles' neck before sucking a dark mark on his neck. "I love you." Derek says, almost so softly that Stiles didn't hear him.

"I love you, Derek." Stiles says, moaning when Derek's thrusts getting harder. They're shaking the desk that they're fucking on, Stiles' knee pops when Derek thrusts forward so hard that his leg jerks, and Stiles laughs as he continues to kiss him. "That didn't hurt. Keep going." Stiles says, grinning when Derek almost stops. Stiles digs his nails into the desk, not sure why he's not touching Derek but he can't seem to move his hands away from the cool wooden desk, and Derek pants as he moves faster. "I'm almost there, Derek. Just a little harder." Stiles moans, clenching around his cock as he looks at him. He loves the way that Derek looks when he's fucking him, his eyes closed and his mouth open slightly, and Stiles kisses his jaw.

Derek digs his hands into Stiles' thigh, Stiles moaning at the feeling since it's amazing and he swears that he can feel the drag of claws in his skin, and he grins at him. Derek moans loudly when hears Stiles come, and he manages a few more deep thrusts before he's spilling into him. "Shit." Derek curses, moaning as he lays Stiles out on the desk. "I was working." Derek says, after a second when he finally catches his breath.

"You were working too hard." Stiles tells him, turning his head to kiss him. "I'll clean it up later." Stiles adds on, and he breathes out when Derek pulls out of him. "I'm not putting my pants back on. And I'm leaking come on your desk." Stiles says, giving him an annoying smirk that Derek has reluctantly come to love.

Requested by:Macfalls (who got a tattoo today so lets all wish her well and praise her for her badassery)

Artist: Unknown

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