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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/Scott_McCall, Scott_McCall/Stiles
      Stilinski, Derek_Hale/Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall, Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome_-_M/M/M, Porn, Rimming, Felching, Masturbation, honestly_guys
      it's_just_straight_up_porn, There_is_no_plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-03 Words: 715
****** Owned ******
by kitausu
Summary
     Stiles is alone on the full moon, thinking about the night before,
     spent with his mates.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
It was the morning after the full moon, which meant, as usual, Stiles was
sprawled out on their California king alone. It was early and he could still
see the bright glow of the moon filtering through the crack in the curtains. A
few more hours and Scott and Derek would be back, exhausted out of their minds,
a complete contrast from the night before.  Just the thought of it sent a
thrill down his spine, the heat pooling low in his stomach as his cock giving
an interested twitch.
“Stiles.” Derek hissed in his ear, nosing under his throat and pressing firm to
his side.
Derek’s hand was almost too tight, gripping his cock in rough desperation as
Stiles felt the unmistakable prick of Scott’s claws digging into his thigh,
shoving his legs apart and exposing his puckered hole.
“S-scott, fuck, what are you…sonofa…” Scott’s tongue pressed firm and slick
against his hole, working roughly against the muscle until he was entirely
inside, letting Stiles rut against him eagerly.
“That’s all you’re going to get Stiles. You better hope Scott is thorough with
you. All you’re going to get, his tongue in your ass. We’re going to pump you
so full, and fuck you so rough you’ll feel it for days, you’ll know who you
belong to, everyone will know. Fuck you smell so good.”
Derek had bit into his neck so hard the spot still twinged with every turn of
his head, his words burned into his memory, playing like a broken record. The
feel of Scott’s tongue, Scott’s cock pressed so deep inside as he fucked him
open, filling him up. Just the thought of it was overwhelming, bringing back
the absolute sensory overload of his mates surrounding him. He was fully hard
by now, his hand subconsciously trailing down between his legs, rubbing one dry
finger over the still loose muscles.
Stiles panted heavily into Derek’s mouth, the Alpha swallowing each whimper
hungrily as Scott rocked against him, his knot finally starting to go down,
each press hitting Stiles’ prostate just short of perfect.
“You guys are awful.” He should have felt embarrassed by the way his voice was
so absolutely wrecked, but considering the two wolves had kept him on the edge
for over an hour…
“Do you want to come Stiles?” Scott surged up, his breath hot and damp at
Stiles’ ear as he pulled out roughly.
“If you want to come, you have to ask.” Scott got like this sometimes, so high
on the full moon and pheromones that he could barely think straight, let alone
keep his mouth shut, demanding Stiles beg for it.
“Ask for it.” Stiles whined, looking at Derek for help only to find him back in
between his legs, crying out as Derek’s mouth sealed over his hole, his tongue
lapping at Scott’s release.
“Please, please, I want to come, let me, please.” And now that he had started,
the words wouldn’t stop, not until Derek was buried balls deep and pounding
into him so roughly he was only able to hold on for the ride.
He was so close, but he needed something, something else. He managed to crack
open his eyes and watched as Derek moved one hand from Stiles’ hip to grab
Scott by the back of the neck and fucking devour him. His tongue forced its way
between Scott’s lips, barely giving him a moment to fight for dominance before
he possessed him completely.
He had blacked out after that, and only came to to find himself pressed between
the two wolves and sweltering from the excess body heat. The very memory of it,
the way he had felt so owned, sent him over again, spilling around his fist and
onto his stomach alone in their bed.
He yawned, mopping up the mess with the edge of the sheet, already grinning at
the irritated scowl Derek was likely to give him when they got back. Scott
would just laugh, pressing his face against the dried release, huffing in the
smell of his mate with enthusiasm. It was with the sun just coming over the
horizon that Stiles drifted back to sleep, the dip of the bed on each side
barely registering as his mates joined him in slumber. 
End Notes
     Oh geez, so I wrote this for a request I received on my tumblr. I
     don't really ever write porn so I apologize if this is just...yeah.
     I'm a little embarrassed.
     xx
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