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"Just wait in the office" they said, "your dad won't be long" they said.
Well Stiles was fed up with waiting and so was Kayla, the latter choosing to sit at the back of the desk as Stiles spun around on his dads' chair in boredom.
"I can think of a thousand places I would rather be than here right now" he groaned, throwing his head back and sighing deeply as she smirked.
"Oh really, like where?"
"Macdonalds" he hummed, flashing her a smile as he pushed himself up to sit properly, eyes catching sight of her slender bare legs pressed together, the cool crisp white button up dress she was wearing showing off her lightly bronzed skin.
She sensed his staring, quirking a brow, "yeah? Where else?"
"England"
"England?" she laughed, "why England?"
"For Big Ben" he replied causing her to erupt into laughter, "that is a big ass clock man"
"You in England is a terrifying thought"
"Shut up, I'd be cute over there" he shot back with a snort of amusement.
She rolled her eyes as he scooted closer on the seat before standing up, towering over her, "so where else would you rather be? Nine hundred and ninety eight to go" she reminded teasingly
His need for her suddenly increased – like usually it was bearable but now right now, not when she was sitting there looking the way she did, her short dress sitting high on her thighs.
His eyes darkened a little, stares clashing, "I wanna be between your legs"
She quirked a brow, amusement flashing through her stare, "oh do you now?"
Stiles reached out, sliding his hand up her thigh, "very much so" his voice low and heavy as his fingers scorched her bare skin, inching higher and higher up her flimsy dress until he was running his fingertips along her lace underwear, "open them"
His request was full of lust and met with a smile from her as she ever so slowly pushed her legs apart from where she was sitting at the edge of the desk, watching his cheeks begin to darken.
"Damn" he whispered, bunching the dress up around her hips as he shamelessly stared between her legs, "see through – are you trying to kill me?"
She smirked but bit her lip, stopping her delighted smile, "No" she drawled out, "but cause a minor heart attack? Maybe"
He sent her a playful glare, "you're so evil"
"Shut up, you love it"
He chuckled, slinking his hands up under the material to grip at her hips, swooping down to capture her lips, the curve of his mouth slowly moulding itself against hers, his lips so warm and welcoming she let out an involuntarily light moan, lifting her hands to run through his wild messy hair, the locks slightly sticky from his hair gel as she tugged on them, eliciting a pleased groan from the back of his throat.
"H-Harder" he mumbled almost inaudibly, his breathing heavy as he went back to kissing her, nipping at her bottom lip as she responded to his husky words, grabbing harder at the handfuls of thick hair she was holding and was rewarded by a breathy grunt passing his lips at the pleasurable painful sensation erupting across his scalp.
She loved the feeling of his lips on hers causing her to be totally in his mercy, whimpering a little as he broke the kiss abruptly to stare at her with heavy lidded eyes.
"Lie down" he whispered, nodding back to the desk behind her as he inched his hands away from her, reaching up to slowly start undoing the buttons of his shirt and she was pleased to find him bare-chested underneath, patches of hair evident between his pecs and down his navel, disappearing into his black skinny jeans.
She bit her lip, trying to stop her heart from jumping straight out her chest as she pressed herself backwards, laying splayed out on the sheriff's desk, no doubt crinkling all his paperwork as she watched Stiles shrug out of his shirt, his muscles flexing as he did so and she couldn't tear her eyes away from his body, gaze tracing all the from his twitching muscles in his arms to the curve of his broad shoulders, the indent of his collar bones and all the way down his speckled chest, gulping at the subtle bulge of muscles under his skin, loving his narrow hips that his jeans hung low on, eyes settling on the trail of dark hair slowly widening until it got hidden by his clothes.
He smiled at her evident arousal, slowly reaching out to press her bare legs together and lift them up so he could get a grip of her underwear and tug it from her body, sliding them off her legs and he discarded them to the side, accidentally getting them hooked around the edge of the computer screen.
He groaned in appreciation, taking a firm grip of her knee joints to press them on either side of her on the desk, honey glazed eyes darkening to an aroused dark black, tip of his tongue flicking out to wetten his dry lips.
But he didn't do anything, just kept staring between her spread legs, holding her legs in place so she couldn't move as he watched her start to squirm, aching for him to touch her.
"Stiles" she ground out, half in annoyance and half in pleasure, "c'mon, do something"
He chuckled, still not glancing away from her core as he tilted his head to the side, watching her glistening cum begin to slide down her folds, his stomach twisting into pleasurable knots, "damn… you're so wet"
"Take your pants off" she instructed, sliding a hand down her body to press the tips of her two fingers against her flushed clit, beginning to rub bundle of nerves to ease some of the pressure off, "or I'll start without you"
He snorted, sending her a smirk as he instructed her to "keep your legs spread exactly like that", admiring the view of her wet flushed entrance as he unbuckled his pants, letting both them and his briefs pool around his ankles as his semi hard cock sprung free from the confines of the clothes, taking a firm grip of the tip and began slowly jerking off, watching her two fingers spread apart her folds and sink deep into her, the squelch of her throbbing wet core making him groan.
"Oh crap" he muttered, "how you can get so wet-so fast amazes me"
"Mmmmm, I know you like it" she smiled, shamelessly flicking her gaze down to his cock, watching with lidded eyes as he stroke it, mouth watering as she ached to feel him fuck her so deeply that all she could think about was him – his body, his smell, his taste, the feel of his hot skin against hers, the way he would slide his thick cock inside her, stretching her in all the best ways that was bound to make her a moaning sweaty mess on the desk. Or as Stiles' would say, her "future father in law's desk" despite the fact she said she most likely wasn't getting married… ever… but that was a whole other matter.
He bit his lip so hard she knew it would swell, reaching out with one hand to grab her hip and slide her towards him so her hips were level with the edge of the desk, smirking to himself as he realised she had obeyed him, keeping those long legs of hers bent and spread so he had the best view ever.
"Such a good girl" he murmured huskily, sliding his grip down to the base of his cock, guiding it until it was pressed against her spread pussy, jerking his hips slowly so the length of it rubbed against her soft wet folds, "oh god… so frigging good…"
She moaned, letting both her hands come up to her chest to start unbuttoning the white material all the way down her front, pulling the front open and revealing her perfectly taut bouncy breasts, nipples swollen and peaked hard.
"Damn, no bra" he grunted, revelling at the sight of her bare breasts curving outwards, keeping one hand on his cock to rub it against her wet core and the other sliding through the open front of her dress to grab a handful of the soft warm flesh, letting out a groan, "fuck babe, so perfect" he praised, sliding his grip a little to the side so he could rub his thumb over the hard nipple, wanting to wrap his hot mouth around it but settled for pinching the sensitive nub between his thumb and finger, smirking as she jolted and whimpered.
He loved every inch of her body but standing between her legs as she was flat out in front of him, half naked and ready to be taken was like a billion-dollar art masterpiece. The beautiful curve of her neck as she arched, the delicious swell of her breasts as they bounced with her heavy breathing, the perfect flushed pink of her core as he continued rubbing his rock hard cock against her until it was slick with wet cum, enthralling clear drips soaking the inside of her thighs and sliding down the firm curve of that tight little ass he loved so much.
He squeezed her breast one last time before trailing it back down her body until it settled on her hip, keeping her squirming body still as he shuddered out a groan as he continued to grind his cock against her, the vein on the underside bulging uncomfortably as the sheer volume of blood pumping wildly around his body.
"Stiles, please-" she begged, pouting a little as she looked up at him, wavy hair cascading all around her, "-stop teasing… I need you"
He smirked, "hmmm, you're the tease baby – with your tight little body making me so fucking hard"
She moaned at his words, eyes not leaving his.
He flashed her a cheeky grin, slithering down to suddenly wrap his mouth around her core and her back arched in searing pleasure, her change in position causing the paperwork underneath to crinkle and rip.
He took some time to twist and drag his tongue through her folds and down to her entrance, eagerly swirling through her wet cum as it pooled between her legs, slurping the excess crystal cum away before attaching his lips around her swollen clit, sucking on it harshly and causing her to let out a strangled moan, fisting his hair and pulling him forward, her bent legs shaking.
He reached up once again, grabbing at her breasts in his large hands and pushing them together, fondling the soft flesh until she was seeing stars but he just pressed an open mouthed kiss to her core before pulling back, his angelic pink mouth glistening wet as it pulled back into a one sided boyish grin of delight.
"God baby, you taste so damn good" he mumbled, sliding two of his fingers through her wet folds and leaning forward to touch her lips, "open up Kaylz, taste how fucking good you are"
She obeyed, sensually wrapping her lips around his fingers to suck them clean, whimpering at the taste of herself in her mouth.
"Good girl" he smirked, pulling back to hold the back of her thighs to keep them spread, teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock, "wet again, just the way I like it"
"Stiles" she moaned, "I fucking need you – like right now"
He reached down, holding the base of his cock as he slowly inched it forward, parting her wet lips to force her folds apart, sinking more and more deeper until he shuddered as he bottomed out completely, breath getting stuck in his throat.
He grunted, "Shit… so frigging tight Kaylz"
She couldn't speak, her nerves sizzling in pleasure as he grabbed her hips, holding her in place the way he wanted as he started thrusting deeply, watching her expression screw up, fisting some paperwork on the desk below and Stiles was far too into this moment to tell her off for making it look obvious they had screwed on his dad's desk, too distracted by the way her tight warmth clenched around his cock the deeper he went. It was frigging amazing. He would never get used to the feeling of her body around him, below him, on top of him – never. It was surreal sometimes and truly and utterly mind boggling how comfortable he felt with her, never embarrassed.
The white dress pooled around her hips, her body rocking each time he swivelled his hips into hers, his darkened stare watching her teeth sink into her bottom lip, the sweat building up on her forehead and neck and, how, those bouncy breasts that he just wanted to grab jostled at each movement.
She let out another loud moan as he hit a particularly good spot, arms reaching behind her to grab the edge of the desk as leverage but ended up knocking over a pen holder, pens, pencils, highlighters and paperclips clashing to the floor loudly and when she pulled her arms back, she accidentally knocked the sheriff's name holder to the floor as well.
Stiles just chuckled, breathless from the deep thrusts as he slinked his hands up to rest on her bent knees, "do I feel good inside you baby?"
She whimpered before moaning loudly, arching her back as his thrusts forced her backwards and forwards over the desk, feeling him chuckle to himself.
"But as much as I love those filthy little moans leave your lips, try and keep it down" he told her, letting go of one of her knees to begin to circle her clit with his thumb, "thin walls" he reminded but Kayla didn't care, whimpering in ecstasy and fisting the paperwork, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
"F-F-Fuck" she managed to get out, "oh god… oh god… that's… fuck…"
"Mmmmm, you like it a little kinky, don't you baby?" he said huskily, rubbing her clit harder as he circled his hips, "you know what I'm going to do to you? Do you know?"
She let out a pitiful moan, a total mess splayed out on the desk as he fucked her like no one had before.
"I'm going to make you cum around my thick cock – hard" he emphasised as her moan reverberated around the small room, "then I'm going to keep fucking you until you can't breathe and cum all over those perfect tits of yours" he was gasping back husky breaths, trying to stay in control as she groaned at his words, "you want me to cum on your tits Kaylz?"
She nodded, back arching again as he felt her tight warmth clench around his cock, losing control of her body and the noises that escaped her mouth as she suddenly jolted, back arching so much the top of her head was resting on the table, hands suddenly reaching forward to claw at his forearms as she came in a dizzying heat, body spasming and pussy so tight Stiles' could've came right then and there if he didn't have uber great control, waiting for her to relax back on the desk before leaning forward and wrapping his hand around her neck, causing her eyes to snap open.
"I-I'll be gentle" he promised huskily, keeping his grip loose until she agreed, "only if you want though baby" he added because, he didn't know why, sometimes he liked grabbing at her as he reached the final few hurdles of his orgasm – sometimes her ass, other times her breasts, her hips, her waist, and quite a few times her throat – yeah he had a few kinks, more than he originally thought.
She was still breathless and out of it but nodded gently, eyes never leaving his as he continued thrusting into her pussy that was soaked through from her orgasm, tightening his hand around her neck just hard enough that she could feel it, her body immediately relaxing as she recognised the submissive role.
He was hovering over her, watching her expression as he concentrated in delaying his orgasm, grunting to himself as he heard the slaps their bodies made.
"H-Harder" she moaned, inching her neck back a little for better access so he squeezed a little tighter, exerting his dominance in this, suddenly, very vulnerable position she was in.
"More" she moaned, nodding a little at him as he suddenly became unsure, "I trust you" she reassured, "you want more s-so do it"
He knew this was dangerous, hell it was one of the most dangerous BDSM moves out there, but it wasn't like they didn't know what they were doing – they had researched, tried it out slowly, made sure they knew one another's limits, had a signal if things got too far but Stiles never pushed it past watching her eyes get that beautiful glaze to them before pulling back. He had never choked her into unconsciousness. Never. That was a line he wouldn't cross… at least not yet. The darkest filthiest parts of his minds had thought it, sure. Imagined tightening his hands around her throat until she was breathless and weak but he would never act on it, not if he had a chance of hurting her.
He slowly pressed his fingers against her carotid artery, letting his grip hover there as he took his other hand and placed it on the other side, thumbs meeting in the centre of her neck as he met her lust filled stare.
"Choke me Stilinski"
Fuck that was hot.
He kept thrusting, holding her neck hard enough she couldn't move but not hard enough to hurt or inure her, stuttering out gasps as he got more and more turned on at the bizarre idea that he literally had her life in his hands – she trusted him so much she wasn't scared beneath him, she wasn't in pain or discomfort, she was letting herself be so damn intimate with him that it made him groan loudly.
"Ready baby?" he warned, watching her expression for any signs that she didn't want to do this but she just inclined her head in excitement, holding back her moans as she felt herself about to unravel again around that big thick cock she loved so much.
So she might have had a choking kink too… she thought it was blatantly clear she was into anything. Like, for real, anything. Pros of being a seductress she supposed.
He groaned, applying pressure to those arteries as he kept fucking her, stare not leaving hers as her mouth opened, a needy amazed look flitting across her expression as she basked in the out of body feeling surging through her veins.
But he loosened his grip after a few seconds once those beautiful green eyes beginning to flutter and glaze over, only a couple of seconds away from being on the brink of passing out as he went back to cupping her neck gently but firmly in his two hands to show her exactly who was in charge as she started cumming again, completely losing herself around him.
"Look at me" he instructed lowly, holding the most vulnerable, most easily damaged part of her slender body as she jolted, "watch me when you cum"
She obeyed – how could she not? Especially when he said it so dominantly yet gently, his voice low and husky as their stares met, clashing with so much lust and need it was enough to set the whole room of fire.
And just watching her, feeling her cum around him again, hear the sounds their bodies made, smell the tinge of sweat and arousal in the air combined with the feel of her neck in his hands was enough to begin to send him over the edge.
He pulled back abruptly, making sure her legs were still spread wide open as he wrapped his hand around his cock and started jerking himself off from between her legs, stare widening at the sight of her rounded perky breasts, nipples rock hard, practically inviting him to drain himself over them so grunted, vision darkening around the edges.
He let out a loud groan, release coiling in his stomach as spurts of hot white cum shot onto her bare stomach and across her breasts, streams of sticky liquid covering her skin as he kept jerking to an unsteady rhythm, gasping out a grunt as he pulled her even closer as more squirted directly across those perky breasts he loved so much, streaming over the delicate curve and tracing patterns down her cleavage, marking her as his.
"Jesus Christ" he cursed, slowing down his pace as the last few drops dribbled out, landing on her naked core and her white dress, nearly collapsing in exhaustion.
"Fuck" she agreed, totally exhausted as she lay on his father's desk, desperately gasping back some much needed air as she struggled onto her elbows to peer at him, "Stiles… holy god…"
He managed a tired smirk, left holding his still hard cock as he came down from his high, "you like the feel of my hands around your pretty little throat, don't you?"
She swiped some sweaty hair back from her forehead, blushing a little, "sometimes I can be a very good submissive…" her lips quirked, "I like it when you choke me. Sometimes I even wish you would do it harder"
He smirked, "then you'll pass out and die"
"Very dramatic Stilinski"
"Breath play is like, super dangerous though" he reminded her, "hence the massive taboo around it and hence how we took months to even progress past the point of just touching your neck"
"Just sayin'" she smirked, pushing him back lightly so she could stand on wobbly legs, the unbuttoned dress still parted so his cum traced delicious patterns down her chest, "one day when you feel comfortable and more confident… do it harder. Till I pass out" he gaped her, her admission making his cock twitch, "that's my danger kink"
"Wow uh… heh, um, okay" he stuttered, "d-definitely going to do that. Wow. Holy crap"
She laughed, handing him his shirt that he started to tug on, "let me clean you up Stiles" she smirked, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before slowly dropping to her knees below the desk, an amused glint shining in her eyes as she watched his expression twist into one of awe at the sight of his thick cum still coating her breasts.
She tugged on his cock, slinking her hand around the base to guide it forward until the flushed head was pressed against her chest, sliding it through the dripping cum, catching it with the tip and then wrapping her mouth around it to suck it clean, letting out a quiet moan at the tangy taste that was so unmistakably Stiles she had to clench her legs together.
He fisted her hair gently, "you're killing me Kay"
She smirked around him, pulling back with a quiet pop and guided his cock back to her breasts, skimming it across the wet skin, enjoying the way he groaned and grabbed her hair harder, body jolting as she licked it clean from the length of his cock before settling back on her knees, swiping the remainder of his cum from her body with her thumb.
"I like it when you cum on my tits" she said in such an innocent voice it should've been illegal, glancing up as she sucked on her thumb, the other one rubbing some of his white cum around her nipple, knowing exactly the effect she had on him.
"Damn hot" he muttered, entire body shaky and weak as he tugged up his pants, watching her kneeling by his feet like a good little girl (wow Stiles no stop with the dirty dominant thinking, the sex was over), sucking his arousal from his body just as he heard the door handle turning.
Oh for christ's sake-
The sheriff returned, striding towards his office but one of his deputies stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
"Uh Sheriff, you probably shouldn't go in there"
"It's my office" he said in annoyance, "if anyone shouldn't be there it's you Johnstone, so move"
"No really sheriff-"
He waved away his other deputies concerns, twisting the door handle and walking in but stopping short as he saw Stiles standing behind his desk, pants hanging low on his hips and untied, shirt thrown on ruffled and unbuttoned, hair an absolute mess with cheeks darkening to a deep cherry red as he met his stare.
"D-Dad" he stuttered, gaze widening as the sheriff took a few moments to process what was happening.
"Oh dear god" he muttered to himself in mortification, screwing his face up as he realised the state of his office, pens and pencils scattered across the floor, paper words in heaps pushed over, crumpled and ripped.
Kayla suddenly popped up from below the desk, buttoning up the front of her dress as she stood next to Stiles, wiping at the corners of her mouth.
"For the love of god kids, on my desk?" he exclaimed, cringing in disgust, "in the middle of the day? In public?" hearing some of his deputies snigger from behind him as Stiles flared an even brighter red all the way to the tips of his ears.
Kayla just shrugged, quite unconcerned as she did the last few buttons so her cleavage wasn't as pronounced, "at least we never used your handcuffs this time"
The sheriff pinched the bridge of his nose, instantly regretting ever becoming a father in that moment in time, "but on my desk?"
"it's the perfect height" Kayla smiled, "and makes a great angle for-"
"No, no, no, I don't want to know" he shook his hands out in front of him, screwing his face up again, "I don't ever need to know that"
Stiles quickly buttoned up his shirt, wincing as he looked at his dad, "sorry dad, it just sort of, uh… happened"
"Well try and make that 'happen' somewhere else – preferably somewhere I don't do work and eat"
"Too late" Kayla piped up shamelessly, "we've already fucked on your kitchen table and on pretty much every counter top-whmhhh" cutting herself off as Stiles slapped a hand over her mouth, shaking his head quickly at her and she rolled his eyes at his immaturity but before the sheriff could threaten Stiles by grounding his ass, he noticed the light red marks blossoming on her neck and faltered, wondering if he really would have to have the 'safe sex' chat except not about condoms and birth control but about safely having sex without injuring the other person.
"Uh… you both do know how dangerous that is don't you?" he asked, meeting two confused stares so just indicated to his own neck, demonstrating where the marks were and Stiles dropped his hand, cringing as he realised the red marks made by his hands wrapped around her throat were visible for all to see with the v-neck dress she was wearing.
"Oh my god dad-"
"I'm not kink shaming-
"How do you even know what 'kink shaming' is?"
"I'm an adult Stiles, I know these things" he confirmed, "I'm just making sure"
"We know" Kayla smiled, interrupting the awkward conversation, "we've practised many times" something he certainly didn't need to know, "and we both enjoy it" again, something he really didn't need to know about his son's sex life, "there's something really great about being submissive and having someone choke you until you feel like passing out-"
"O-kaaaaaaaaaay" Stiles drawled out, grabbing her hand and jolting her forward, "we're just going to go and uh do things. Not sex things. Casual things"
"But I wanna do sex things" Kayla pouted, "you can spank me for being a bad girl-"
"Oh my holy god" Stiles interrupted her with a wide eyed look, his jaw agape, "Kaylz, shut up"
"See? Doesn't he play the dominate thing so well-"
"Kayla" Stiles cut her off in mortification, hurriedly trying to smuggle her from the office in a hurry, "we'll catch you later dad. Or never. I'm surprisingly fine with never now"
"Wait" Kayla escaped Stiles' grip before they could leave the office, brushing between the two of them and pretty much skipping towards the desk, plucking a piece of skimpy lace from the corner of the computer screen, turning around to shrug at them, "I forgot my underwear"
"You can both leave now" the sheriff instructed, his own face as red as a beetroot as Stiles leaned forward, grabbing her underwear from her grip and pocketing it before anyone could see, not even threading his fingers with hers, just grabbed her forearm and forcefully tugged her from the office and through the crowd of amused deputies as the sheriff turned to them with an alarmed and disgusted look on his face.
"This room needs deep cleaned. Now"
A/N) THAT TURNED OUT WAY KINKIER AND DIRTER THAN EXPECTED IM SO SORRY hahahaa but I hope you all liked anyway but please like don't do choking/breathplay on a whim like its really dangerous im not condoning it so be careful hha anyways please please leave your thoughts, they mena a lot and im so eager to hear what you think, they fuel me so much, see you soon x
