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works/1827301.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Stiles_Stilinski/Jackson_Whittemore, Lydia_Martin/Jackson_Whittemore
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Jackson_Whittemore, Lydia_Martin
  Additional Tags:
      Girl!Stiles, underage_both_jackson_and_stiles_are_17, Public_Sex,
      Cheating, jackson_cheats_on_lydia
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-22 Words: 953
****** Library Fun. ******
by cgluv
Summary
     prompt fill for kinkyfics
     Anonymous asked you:
     jackson fucking fem!stiles in a library, fingers stuffed in her mouth
     as he reminds her not to scream.
     Summary:
     Jackson Whittemore was the cockiest, douchiest, most arrogant frat
     boy in training the world had ever seen. But damn he could fuck.
Notes
     in my head girl!stiles looks like a cross between this
     sungreal.tumblr.com/tagged/fem%21stiles and effy from skins
See the end of the work for more notes
Stiles hated him, she really did. But at this point she really didn’t care.
They had been doing this for weeks now and Stiles couldn’t stop it even if she
wanted to. Jackson Whittemore was the cockiest, douchiest, most arrogant frat-
boy-in-training the world had ever seen. But damn he could fuck.
 

She had thought the moment she started fooling around with Lydia Martin’s
boyfriend would be a moment she would come to regret, but so far no regret had
come. And to be honest, the idea of fucking Jackson right under Lydia’s nose
only added to her pleasure. Even when Lydia would walk around acting like she
owned the school, or bullying Stiles for her short hair and stupid moles,
Stiles would just smile and think about how Jackson had once told her that she
gave a better blowjob than Lydia ever could. Stiles favorite place to fool
around was the library. Lydia would spend her lunch period studying in there,
so Stiles always made sure to sneak in early and find a good place to hide.
Five minutes later, Jackson would be pounding into Stiles, biting his beautiful
lips trying not to cum. While Lydia sat not 10 feet away, completely unaware.
 
 
As much as she hated to admit it, Jackson really was beautiful. A golden boy,
soft skin and blond hair. She loved riding him. Controlling him, making him do
what she wanted. She got off on it. It was another kind of power trip all
together when she got on her knees for him. Most people mistakenly think that
if you go down on a boy you’re giving him the power, that he is using you. But
Stiles knew the truth. Going down on a boy, bringing him that much pleasure.
Breaking him. That was real power, and she loved it. But over all her favorite
position was the one they were in right now. Jackson behind her, grinding into
her cunt as she held onto one of the bookcases, watching Lydia from behind the
shelves. If it weren’t for the music streaming out of Lydia’s ipod she would
defiantly be able to hear them. Their heavy breathing, the soft slapping sound
of their fucking, or the sound of Jackson desperately whispering in her ear.
 

He loved to tease her about how he knew she really liked him, all these years
of pretending she was to good for him, how she would always have a quick biting
retort to his lame taunting. Jackson had been trying to get into Stiles pants
since eighth grade and if it hadn't been for that one drunken party at the
beginning of school year he probably would have never succeeded. And as much as
Stiles would have liked holding something just out of reach to the boy who had
probably never heard the word no in his life, she liked the alternative
better. She had taught him how to please her, and he caught on pretty quickly.
How to touch her, how to kiss her, how to move his fingers inside her, and as
much as she loved going down on him, she loved the sight of him on his knees so
much she nearly wept. Lips red and wet with her juice. Every so often she would
pull him away from her by the hair and run a thumb over his wrecked lips before
quickly shoving him back to her center.
 
Yup, she definitely has a power kink.
 

She was close, really close, with his finger working her sensitive clit and his
thrusts pound that delicious spot just inside her. She knew she couldn't hold
on, and she didn't think Lydia’s ipod was anywhere near loud enough to drown
her out completely. As if sensing this, Jackson quickly moved up behind her,
his lips behind her ear, his breath on her neck.
 
“You gonna cum for me baby?” he whispered, thrusting harder. His fingers
working perfectly against her cunt. His other hand coming around to her lips,
fingers fitting into her mouth. She wanted to bite them. “You gotta be quiet
for me slut, I don’t care how great I rock your world. Are you gonna be quiet
for me like a good girl or do I have to stop?”
 

She could hear the stupid smirk in his voice, the beautiful arrogance and
that’s what finally finished her off. The idea that he thought that he had any
control over her. The idea alone made her cry out around his rough fingers. For
a moment she felt like she was floating, floating and bursting all at once. Her
vision, which up until then had been focused on Lydia flipping to the next page
in her biology textbook, blurred. Her knees weakening, she leaned heavily
against the bookshelves waiting for Jackson to finish. He bit his lip as he
came. Gorgeous and stupid. Quickly tossing the condom in the trash and smirking
at Stiles. He threw a quick ‘thanks babe’ over his shoulder before heading off
to lacrosse practice.
 
Stiles really didn't mind, she knew she didn't care about him, rolling her eyes
and turning back to Lydia, she continued to watch the red-head read as she
pulled up her panties back under her skirt. Her nipples were hard under the
band shirt she was wearing. She had never really bothered with bras, she never
really needed them considering her tits hadn't grown much since she got
them. Lydia could spend all day teasing her. Her skinny boyish body, no tits,
and stupid short hair and Stiles would just laugh to herself and wonder about
the look on Lydia’s face if she ever found out her boyfriend liked Stiles just
the way she was.
End Notes
     prompt fill from anon at kinkyfics.tumblr.com/post/87395657073/
     follower-prompts-part-7
     if i missed a tag please let me know in comments.
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