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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Allison_Argent/Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Allison_Argent, Scott_McCall, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Hand_Jobs, Allison's_in_charge
  Collections:
      TW_Rarepair_November
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-26 Words: 530
****** Aim True ******
by mpatientdreamr
Summary
     This was supposed to be a lesson in archery. Allison had other plans.
The arrow went sailing off into the woods, wide of the mark, and Stiles swore
under his breath. “That wasn't even close.”
“Nope,” Allison said, pressing along his back.
Stiles jumped a little when Allison's hand slid around his hip to rest against
his belly.
“I don't think that's necessary,” he said, wincing as his voice broke.
Her hand slid up his shirts to press against warm skin, her thumb dragging
through his treasure trail as her other hand slid around to play along the
inseam of his pants. “I'm the expert, here. I know what's necessary.”
Stiles tilted his head back and yelled, “Scott, your girlfriend's being
lecherous!”
“Right now, she's your girlfriend,” Scott called back. All Stiles could see of
him was one booted foot bouncing lazily off the tree he was sitting in. Damned
autumn foliage
Allison laughed softly in his ear as her hand slid up to press along his
hardening dick.
“I thought you were teaching me to shoot,” he said, desperately clinging to the
reason they'd come out to the woods in the first place. “This is why Scott's
hiding up a tree, ya know.”
“You practice and I'll keep my hands busy,” she murmured, nuzzling his ear and
the firm press of her hand becoming a nice, tight squeeze. “And that's his
loss.”
“I'm gonna drop your very expensive bow,” he said weakly.
Her hand left his shirt and gently tugged the bow from his fingers. He started
to turn into her but the hand on his dick tightened. He got the meaning and
relaxed into her when her hand stole back up his shirt, wrapping his hands
around the back of her thighs.
She kissed and nibbled at his neck as she slid his zipper down and pulled his
hard dick out.
He winced a little as the cool air touched it. “It's way too cold to be doing
this out here.”
“It's seventy degrees. You'll survive,” she said, thumbing along the vein on
the underside of his dick before jacking him twice.
Scott leaped down from the trees licking his lips as he gasped, hips twitching.
Scott knelt at his feet and leaned in only to be stopped by Allison's boot
pressed against his chest.
“He's my boyfriend right now,” she said, command rife in her tone.
Stiles shuddered in her hold as Scott shifted to brace him at the thighs but
made no move to take him in his mouth.
Allison grunted into his neck and began sucking as she jacked him hard and
fast, thumb sliding over the head and smearing precome everywhere. Stiles let
his hands tighten around her thighs, knowing she liked the bruises, as he got
close. His hips bucked, come shooting over Scott's face and Allison's hand. He
slumped back into her, letting Scott hold him up at the waist.
“So. Good practice,” he said, gasping when Scott started licking them clean.
“Worth the cold?” Allison asked, rubbing against his back.
“What cold?” he asked and smiled as she laughed. “Why don't we go home and
finish what you started?”
“Sounds good,” she said huskily and Scott hummed his agreement around her
fingers. “Very good.”
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