Just some teen wolf Fanfics I find online. So if you see your imagine don't get upset and start telling people to block me or whatever just let me know and I will give the credit you deserve.
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You knew it was wrong. You're in school. There's a time and a place for everything, but something inside you just couldn't wait any longer. Your pulse races as you drag Stiles into Coach's office, locking the door behind you. You push him up against the desk and your mouth crashes to his in a mess of teeth and tongues. His hands grip the curve of your hips, pulling you flush against him, a soft moan filling your mouth as you feel his cock harden against your hip. You kiss along his jaw, your tongue scratching against the light stubble that shadows his skin, down his neck. Softly nipping at his collarbone, you move your hands to his belt, slowly unbuckling it. You pop the button on his shorts and slide the zipper down as he grabs the back of your head, capturing your lips once again. His tongue slides past your lips, tangling with yours. Slipping your hand into the waistband of his boxers, your fingertips dance along his velvet skin, his cock straining against the confines of his shorts, a strangled moan vibrating against your lips. You hook your thumbs into his shorts and boxers, slipping them off his hips and they pool around his ankles. Stiles tangles his hand in your hair, firmly holding your head in place as his tongue explores your mouth. You wrap your hand softly around his cock, sliding up and down his generous length. All the way down to his base and all the way back up to his tip, gliding your thumb over his slit, circling the small bit of arousal around his head. Stiles pants and moans as you continue stroking him, your touch making him a writhing mess. His cock is at full attention, the veins prominent against his shaft. You place a chaste kiss on his lips before you kneel in front of him. "O-Oh my god. Is this really happening right now?" He watches as you wrap your hand around his shaft and your tongue swipes against his tip, making him shudder. You decide to tease him a little more, flattening your tongue against the underside of his head and rolling all the way around until you're back where you started. You do the same thing in the opposite direction a few times and Stiles hands grip the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white as you tease him. You pull your lips back over your teeth and slide him in your mouth. You attempt to take him all the way in, but he's bigger than you expected. Before you start to gag, you pull back a little and use your hand to compensate for what you can't fit in your mouth. You slowly start to move, pulling back all the way to his tip, stroking his length as you do, then going back down as far as you can, keeping your hand stroking against him where you can't with your mouth. His moans and groans and occasional curse word let you know that he's quickly falling apart under your touch. You move halfway down him and bob your head slowly, back and forth in short strokes while your hand is wrapped tightly at his base, your thumb on the underside of his cock teasing his balls a little and you feel them tighten slightly at your touch, telling you it won't be long now until he comes. You alternate between teasing his tip with your tongue and sliding back and forth, picking up your pace to get him to his release. You decide to try once more to take him all the way in, going all the way down until he almost reaches the back of your throat and he twitches against your tongue. "I'm going to come," he warns you, giving you a chance to pull him out. But you don't want to. You bob your head quickly a couple more times, stroking him tightly with your hand wrapped at his base, urging him on. You feel his warmth at the back of your throat and instantly swallow, not letting the salty fluid pool in your mouth. Once you're sure he's finished, you pull him out, wiping any remnants from around your mouth and stand up to face him. "I can't believe you just did that," he smiles and brushes your hair behind your ear, an adoring look in his eyes. "You shouldn't have dared me," you smile and bite your lip. "Yeah I need to remember that," Stile laughs and presses his lips to yours.
