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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Stiles_Stilinski/The_Pack, Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall/
      Malia_Tate, Allison_Argent/Lydia_Martin/Stiles_Stilinski, Lydia_Martin/
      Jordan_Parrish/Stiles_Stilinski, Lydia_Martin/Jordan_Parrish, Malia_Tate/
      Kira_Yukimura
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall, Malia_Tate, Allison_Argent, Lydia_Martin,
      Jordan_Parrish, Kira_Yukimura
  Additional Tags:
      Gangbang, Pack_Orgies, Pack_Bonding, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Anal
      Fingering, Pegging, Vaginal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Face-Fucking, Threesome_-_F/F/
      M, Threesome_-_F/M/M, Fluff, Ficlet
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-08 Words: 1472
****** Pack Bonding ******
by BansheeLydia
Summary
     He’s come twice already, his dick spent, but he knows there’s more to
     come.
Notes
     in my mind, everyone is around 20 in this fic, but because ages
     aren't explicitly mentioned in the fic, I tagged as underage to be on
     the safe side.
     this, uh...yeah, this is definitely the filthiest thing I've written.
     I'm gonna go take a shower to wash away my sins.
See the end of the work for more notes
“You know I love you, right?”
Scott’s smile is bright and a little goofy, and it’s kind of cute and totally
at odds with the fact that they’re both naked on Scott’s bed, sweaty and sticky
and gross with come drying on both their stomachs.
“Yeah, buddy,” Stiles replies, smiling softly. “I love you too.”
His alpha rolls on top of him, body heavy and hot, and it’s kind of gross when
their sticky skin presses together. But being held is nice. Scott starts
nuzzling at his neck, scenting him, and Stiles smiles, carding his fingers
through his best friend’s hair.
Stiles has never had the same urge to scent like the weres in the pack, but he
likes Scott’s scent; likes to bury his nose against Scott’s neck and breathe in
deep. He smells of the same shampoo he’s used since they were kids and a rich,
earthy kind of scent that’s all Scott. He flicks his tongue out to trace
Scott’s pulse point, tastes the saltiness of sweat lingering on his skin, and
he laughs when Scott wriggles slightly, ticklish.
He’s come twice already, his dick spent, but he knows there’s more to come.
Just as that thought flashes across his mind, the door opens. It’s Malia; she’s
naked and completely unashamed with it, crossing the room to kneel on the bed.
Stiles has always loved her confidence, how she’s always been totally at ease
with her body and wants and needs the way he’s never quiet managed.
She grips Scott’s chin gently, lifting his face so she can kiss him, just a
soft, experimental brush of their lips to start with before Malia parts hers,
letting the kiss deepen into something more passionate, more promising. Scott
shuffles back on the bed and Malia crawls forward to straddle him, strong
thighs settling either side of his hips as she leans down. Her honeyed hair
brushes the pillow as she kisses Scott.
Stiles’ cock twitches at the sight, a valiant effort to get hard again. It’s
beautiful in a carnal, sensual way, watching the two of them get wrapped up in
each other, in deep kisses and soft touches. He’s an odd mixture of envious and
proud when Scott’s dick fills again, twitching against Malia’s thigh as she
rocks her hips.
Stiles wonders if it says something about him that all it took was Scott saying
pack bonding for him to be a hundred percent up for...well, essentially, a pack
gangbang. It had been Deaton’s suggestion – which, creepy, much? – a way for
all pack members, especially the humans, to bond. To get their scents mingled
as one.
The fact that it involves some hot sex with people he loves? A pretty fan-
fucking-tastic bonus.
He’s so focused on watching Scott and Malia that it takes him by surprise when
he feels hands on him. He turns his head to smile at Jordan, meeting him in a
soft kiss. Jordan cups his face gently, kisses him like he’s something
precious, and it’s a good feeling, has Stiles’ heart fluttering. He slides his
hand into Jordan’s hair, tugging slightly as he kisses him harder.
The sensation of hands on his thighs has Stiles spreading them instinctively,
arousal sliding through him. Allison presses a slow path of kisses up his
thigh, pausing to brush her fingertips over his sensitive dick, and Stiles
hisses, toes curling slightly. She kisses his hip and he feels her smile
against his skin.
“Can’t you get hard, Stiles?” she asks softly, looking up at him with dark,
mischievous eyes. “Not even for me?”
He groans, loud, and Jordan chuckles, mouthing at Stiles’ neck. Between the two
of them, it isn’t long before he’s hard again, and Allison praises him,
stroking his erection slowly, teasingly. Jordan hands her something and when
Stiles hears the click of a cap, he realizes its lube. He accepts a pillow from
Jordan, slides it under his hip, and gets ready for Allison. She lets the lube
warm up on her fingers before she presses one inside.
If there’s something that Stiles knows by now, it’s that sex is messy, kind of
gross, and noisy. He almost laughs at the squelch of lube as another slick
finger slips inside him, but when his lips part, a moan comes out instead.
Jordan’s leaving marks on his neck and there are more hands now, Scott’s thumb
teasing his nipple, Malia grazing her fingertips over his abs. He senses rather
than watches the rest of the pack come in and he can hear kissing, the wet
smack of lips and soft moans, but all he can really focus on is how good
Allison’s fingers feel inside him, preparing him for someone to fuck him, and
the fact that he doesn’t know who’s it’s going to be yet just excites him more.
Finally, when Stiles is breathless and needy, Allison pulls back with a soft
kiss to Stiles’ thigh.
“He’s all yours,” she smiles.
When she moves, Lydia’s face comes into view. Her red lips tip into a soft
smile as she carefully rolls a condom onto her strap on. Swallowing, he lets
her guide him up onto his knees, facing the headboard. She grips his hips,
breasts pressing against his back, mouth at his neck as she slowly slides into
him. A groan falls from his lips, he’s so full, feels so good, and she lets him
accommodate to the feeling before she pulls out and thrusts back in, deep and
hard.
He bites back a cry, hands reaching for something to hold, to grip onto, and
Allison takes them, leans forward to kiss him while Jordan rolls a condom onto
Stiles’ cock.
“You’re going to fuck Allison, Stiles,” Lydia murmurs in his ear. “Think you
can do that for us, sweetheart?”
He swallows, nods, and the three of them rearrange themselves until he’s
sliding inside Allison, mouth on hers, sharing a moan as Lydia fucks him from
behind. It’s awkward to start with, too many limbs and trying to find a rhythm
that works, but once they get it, it’s so fucking good, and Stiles muffles his
whimpers against Allison’s neck, trying not to come too quickly.
Jordan slips his hand between their bodies, stroking Allison’s clit as he
kisses her, and she comes first, trembling and crying out. She presses a lazy
kiss to Stiles’ mouth, smiling as she pulls back, and Stiles carefully pulls
out. Scott takes Allison’s hand, drawing her close, both of them sated and
snuggling happily, just watching the others.
Stiles can hear Malia and Kira getting each other off, but all he can focus on
is Jordan as the other man slides a condom onto his erection and grips Stiles’
hair gently, pressing the head of his cock against his mouth. He opens it
eagerly, the thought of being filled in both his ass and his mouth so hot he
has to grip the base of his dick tightly to stop from coming.
Generally, he hates the taste of latex, but he does his best to give the best
damn blowjob he can while getting thoroughly fucked from behind, and when his
jaw starts to ache, his movements too sloppy to be pleasurable enough, Jordan
presses his fingertips to Stiles’ cheek, feeling where it’s hollowed around his
cock. He waits for Stiles’ nod before gripping his jaw gently and thrusting,
carefully, forward.
Lydia’s hand reaches around, stroking Stiles in tandem to her thrusts, and with
the feel of her strap on inside him, her hand on his cock, and Jordan fucking
his face, he comes, hard, almost whiting out with pleasure as he gives a
choked, muffle shout, muscles taut and body trembling. Jordan pulls out and
Stiles feels hot come splash on his face a second later, coating his mouth, jaw
and chest.
He’s exhausted, so thoroughly used and completely spent, and he gives a quiet
noise as Lydia gently pulls out. He manages to hold up long enough to feel Kira
gently clean him and the sheets beneath him before he collapses forward, body
heavy and aching in a delicious, well-fucked way. He closes his eyes, drifting
in and out as Jordan goes down on Lydia.
Finally, when all of them are sated, they get settled on Scott’s bed. It’s a
tight squeeze, limbs tangled together and bodies pressed tight and considering
they’re all pretty sticky, it’s a little gross, but Stiles just feels happy as
he snuggles up with Scott and Allison cuddling him one side and Kira and Jordan
on the other, Lydia tucked between Jordan and Stiles’ legs. Her hair tickles
his thigh as she gets settled and he feels Malia’s hand find his own, a smile
crossing his face.
He’s surrounded by his pack and it’s the closest thing to perfection Stiles has
ever felt.
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