Note: This dirty little one-shot started out as some bantering on Facebook under the picture below. And like often, it turned into something much longer. So we decided to turn this one into a one-shot story too. It is loosely based on our “Home is Where the Spark is” series, but can be read as a standalone piece too. But if you want to stick to the main series, we recommend to read this after “15^: The Proposal”. Enjoy!

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Sterek

Characters/relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale

Rating/category: R (explicit), supernatural, post-Teen Wolf, canon and non-canon elements, slash, M/M, Sterek, aged up characters, Spark Stiles, Magic Stiles, Emissary Stiles, Emissary in training Stiles, detective Stiles, matured Stiles, switch Stiles, Alpha Derek, switch Derek, epic romance, love, soulmates, Mate bond, Emissary bond, werewolves, smut with some plot, light BDSM, light Dom/sub, butt plug, sex toy, rough sex, oral sex, anal sex, knotting, breeding, public sex

Summary: Stiles has the night shift at the Sheriff’s station and since it’s a slow night and he’s alone, he has all the time in the world to miss his mate who’s been away for most of the day. Only to get an unexpected visit from him, which leads to… breaking things in.

Disclaimer: This is a product of our imagination and was written only for entertainment and fun. We don’t profit from this fanfiction and we mean no harm or disrespect against any real person, culture or custom that might appear in the story. All original pictures and fictional characters used in the story belong to their respective owners and credit goes to them.

Breaking and Entering
by Just Jim & Useless-girl
 

Part 1

“Here to save you from a terrible fate. Namely wearing a bad suit,” Derek stepped into Stiles’ tiny office at the Sheriff’s station.

“What is wrong with this suit?” Stiles asked, looking down at his grey tie and nearly matching colored shirt and darker suit pants.

“You're wearing it.”

“Shouldn't you throw all of it on the floor then? Just to make sure you save me properly?”

“If I take it off, you're not putting it back on. I don't think your dad will approve of you walking around in the station naked. But...” he eyed the desk. “Something still needs to be broken in.”

"It's the middle of the night. The two patrol cars are out... patrolling. It's just us for a while, but yeah... Something definitely needs to be broken in..." he grinned and reached back to flip the lock on his office's door. He didn't expect Derek's surprise visit, but he was very happy about it. His growing bulge proof of that. "What do you have in mind?" he asked and stole a greedy kiss.

Middle of the night, right. Derek came back from some official lawyer business in terms of their marriage, hence the fact he had bothered with a suit jacket and had been stuck in traffic for hours. Sometimes Stiles had to work odd hours, because all at the station had to put in night shifts every now and then so Derek had decided to drop by to at least see him today.

Clever hands worked at the tie, the bad ugly tie. Where did Stiles even get that suit? He didn't always wear the uniform, detectives were allowed suits but Derek rarely saw him in one. "Your office is barely more than a closet and you can't walk around with come stains on your suit all night. So it has to come off."

"Oh... so it'll involve cum too? How wonderful!" he grinned as he let Derek take off his tie, playing dumb while his own hands were pulling out the shirt from his suit pants and began undoing his own belt, followed by the button and zipper while kicking his shoes off. "How considerate of you, Mr. Hale..." Stiles grinned and his eager fingers wandered over to Derek's pants too to repeat the process and shamelessly reach under the fabric.

He groaned satisfied from the warm hardness he found there and he pulled it free to start slowly pumping it. Fuck, he had missed Derek, even if he was gone just for like half a day and his shift has started not long after he took off. It felt like it’s been a week. It had to be the bonds, right? Not that Stiles really cared at the moment because he was busy with something else.

"Shut up," Derek prompted, kissing his mate to shut him up because the only way to get his mate quiet was to get his mouth occupied with something else. He licked into the warm mouth, moaning because the human was about two steps ahead of him and had already managed to get to Derek's reason for being there. It was the stupid buttons on the stupid shirt slowing him down.

Pushing into the hand on his erection, Derek’s hands finally managed to unbutton the problem, pushing the fabric out of the way so he could dip his hands into pants and underwear, getting them filled with the firm globes of Stiles' ass. "Anything important on the desk?" he asked between kisses, walking backwards slowly. Small room, shouldn't take too long to get there.

"And here I was about to ask if everything went okay with your lawyer... Someone's in a rush..." Stiles teased back after that mind-blowing kiss, obediently backing towards his desk, his hand never stopping with the jerking, now smearing pre-cum down along the shaft – which told him that Derek probably missed him just as much as he had missed his wolf.

It was a bit tricky for someone with such bad coordination to focus on jerking Derek, freeing his arms from his shirt, kissing back and also answering his hungry man's question. But somehow he managed, his grabbed ass bumping against the edge of his desk.

"Mug! The Batman mug with the coffee!" he scrambled to pick it up and put it on a nearby shelf. His office was tiny enough that it only required a little bit of stretching then he quickly used the opportunity to free his other hand from that ugly shirt, half of his mole-dotted body revealed for his horny mate.

God, how much Stiles loved that hungry look! And the fact that they were going to finally have sex at the Sheriff's station. Damn, that was hot!

"FYI... lube, top drawer to the left..." he panted, his hand back on Derek's proudly standing cock.

Since the mug had been the only important thing there, the rest was swiped off with one hand as Derek pushed the pants down more after removing the hand from his cock because there was only so much moving he could do when he was gripped like that. Removing the pants of his mate completely, he lifted him onto the desk, forcing him to lay down on his back as he kissed him and pushed on his chest.

"Everything went okay at the lawyer, Mr. Hale-Stilinski." They only had to get the papers filed but they had decided to ask the lawyer to do that on the day of their wedding so both events were forever connected. Of course they could have gotten an official for the wedding but with this much money involved, it was too much paperwork to get it done on the day itself. And now they could have a wedding in any way they wanted to without worrying about anything.

Fumbling in the drawer for lube, his fingers closed around a tube but as he looked at it, he realized it was a small tube for dry lips. Nope. Fumbling some more, he laughed against the lips because he couldn't get it without looking. So much for being smooth.

"I want you so bad."

His heart was beating like crazy as Derek put him unceremoniously on the desk and laid him back. He went down willingly, one of his fantasies being fulfilled right now. The dirtiness temporarily screeched to a halt, though, because of how Derek called him. It earned a wolf another heart-skip.

"Wow..." Stiles giggled against Derek's lips and pulled his legs further up on his man's back, though his hands were trying to finally push Derek's suit jacket off. "I love that name and I want you just as bad! Let's... uhhh... prioritize! You get these annoying layers off, I get us the lube!" he tugged at the jacket and black T-shirt underneath then turned his upper-body to the side so he could dig into the drawer. "A-ha!" he exclaimed in a few moments and held up the right tube with a triumphant smirk before putting it down on the table next to him. "Now you can fuck me on my work desk in the middle of the station..."

For a moment he was completely distracted by Stiles being naked and turned halfway, offering a very tempting view. Yeah, he was about to tap that. That wriggling tempting behind was about to be all his. At Stiles' triumphant aha, he blinked from staring and shrugged off the jacket, followed by pulling his T-shirt off. Not so many layers to content with, Derek simply dropped them wherever because he couldn't care.

"Fucking you in the middle of the station is a next step," Derek snarked, reaching for the tube to uncap it, squeezing out a liberal amount to coat his own erection with. There was not going to be much foreplay, no time, they could be discovered in any moment and that was part of the thrill. "I hope your desk is sturdy enough because I'm not going to hold back."

"I love this new step too, let me tell you..." Stiles grinned and wiggled back into his previous position, sliding his naked ass to the edge of the desk. He couldn't stop himself from stroking along the revealed hairy chest and jumping abs before he laid back on the desk, watching his mate preparing himself.

That new step... Of course Stiles would be into it, he was an exhibitionist and Derek wouldn't be against it. Somewhere they didn't know people, not in the police station of the town they lived in and where his soon-to-be father-in-law was the Sheriff! Amused, Derek shook his head, wisely not answering that as he came closer.

"I believe it'll hold. If not, I will totally blame it on you," Stiles chuckled as he pulled his legs up and quickly slicked up his fingers with touching Derek's hardness for a few moments just to quickly rub it against his hole and push first one inside. It was quickly joined by the second with a moan as he was watching his man while fingering himself to loosen his ass at least a little bit before he was going to be impaled on that gorgeous dick he loved so much.

Green eyes watched the human preparing himself, pupils blown at the way the pale fingers sloppily stretched the tight hole. There was no way Derek would fit without some stretching happening and he was usually adamant to have a lot of foreplay. Not today.

Today he let his hand glide over his own erection to slick it up with the lube, slowly while the two of them watched one another.

That in itself was a major turn on for Stiles. He always loved watching Derek touching himself – and made a mental note to himself to make that happen more often. But he was impatient by then too. He wanted it wild and rough and mind-blowing, just like Derek implied. His thirst for his man, his mate, was back with full force as his irises began shimmering in that amber color, his swollen lips opening on a few soft moans while rubbing along just the right places inside.

Then he slid his glistening fingers out and cupped his own balls to offer his hole for the wolf. "Come on, my big bad... take my breath away and show me just how much you missed me!" he said hoarsely.

That didn't need to be asked twice. With a low growl, Derek reached for the hand to hungrily suck the fingers into his mouth, tasting his mate on the digits as he placed the blunt tip of his erection against the small entrance. His tongue rolled around the fingers, sucking on them hard. At the same time, the head pushed inside with some difficulty.

So tight. It was a good thing he had used a liberal amount of lube. Still, he gave Stiles a moment to get used to the girth before he gave another inch to the tight body. It was warm and inviting, and it took all of Derek’s willpower to not sheathe himself in all the way. He stared at the way the hole opened up around him, pushing in deeper.

Stiles cursed under his breath and for a second or two wished he had the eyes of a chameleon to be able to watch both Derek sucking on his fingers and penetrating him. Yes, it was slow and careful at first because he knew Derek would never willingly harm him. He was more often than not a bit too careful for Stiles' liking, but he let him.

Right now he reminded himself to breathe through the intense stretching with that beloved slight burning which was quickly turning into pleasure, leaving Stiles moaning and panting for more. Watching Derek watch his own dick disappearing in him was a sight to behold and Stiles looked down to where their bodies were being joined too, focusing on relaxing his ass-muscles as much as he could. He was so wet between his cheeks from the lube and pre-cum and he pulled his legs higher up, hooking his free arm behind his knees to keep them in that position and give Derek a better angle.

"Oh god, yeah! Put it all in me... Just like that! I want it all... Derek!" he groaned, watching mesmerized as the thick and long cock was being swallowed up inch by inch by him. It always amazed him how his body could make such a big dick disappear in him completely, making him feel so sinfully full, as if he was being split in two. But of course that never happened. It only brought intense pleasure and sometimes a pinch of exciting pain.

A flash of red trickled into the wolf's eyes at the demand of being given it all. And instead of ignoring Stiles as he normally would, taking his time and being careful, he gave in. Releasing the fingers from his mouth, his hands went to the skinny hips to hold them in place, fingers pressing into the skin. With a powerful thrust, he pushed inside all the way, demanding entrance by bruising the sensitive flesh until he bottomed out. And there was no time given to get used to it either.

Taking the legs, Derek placed them on his arms as he leaned forward, big hands grabbing the edge of the desk, folding his mate nearly in half like that. "You better hold onto something." His voice was low, demanding in its own, his alpha voice.

Stiles braced himself mentally and physically too even before Derek warned him because that look told him everything. True to his words, his mate wasn't holding back. And that he didn't!

Alone or not, Stiles cried out loud, thankful for the firm grip on his hips as the burning intensified from that rough thrust and Derek bottomed out. It took his breath away and what followed next didn't allow much air back in for a while!

Clever eyes locked with the ember burning ones as Derek pulled out nearly all the way, only to plunge back in hard, rattling the desk with the way his hips pushed against the edge.

The punishing thrusts didn't stop, didn't halt for one moment. There was no getting used to it, no time to even get in a deep breath because Derek was determined to fuck it right back out. Stiles wanted to be shown how much he had been missed. Well, now he was going to feel it… for days to come.

Stiles only managed small gasps while his heart was beating like crazy, body bent nearly in half, one hand's fingers digging into Derek's forearm, the other gripping the edge of the desk for dear life.

Moans. Those he could do as he held his alpha's red gaze, goose bumps still covering his body from that voice while his ass was being pounded mercilessly – just how he wanted it! It was crazy and passionate and bordering on too much, the desk creaking under them. His sweaty ass and back would've slipped further on the desktop if not for the bruising grips on his hips; the wet slapping loud in the tiny office which suddenly felt like a sauna, getting filled by their mingling scents and the thick smell of male sex.

"God, I love you, Derek!" Stiles cried out, dropping his head back on the poor creaking desk, fully enjoying the thorough dicking he was receiving.

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