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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Liam_Dunbar/Scott_McCall, Liam_Dunbar/Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall/
      Stiles_Stilinski, Liam_Dunbar/Scott_McCall/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Scott_McCall, Stiles_Stilinski, Liam_Dunbar
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome, liam_is_16, Rough_Sex, Panty_Kink, Crossdressing, Rimming,
      Anal_Sex, Blow_Job, corset_love, Angry_Stiles, Stiles_is_missing_his
      favorite_panties, biting_kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-08 Words: 3868
****** The Case of the Missing Panties ******
by fadedlullabyes
Summary
     Stiles' favorite pair of red panties are missing. He goes to Scott to
     find them but he gets a hell of a surprise.
Notes
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The drawers of the dresser were ripped out, almost falling out of the
furniture. Clothes were haphazardly lying out of the drawers as if they were an
afterthought. Which, technically they were. They weren’t important right now
and Stiles couldn’t bring himself to care about how his room looked. It was
like a bomb had gone off and sent his stuff in every direction. He’d been
searching his room inside and out for his favorite pair of red lace panties.
They had been a gift from Scott on their one year anniversary and he wanted to
wear them to celebrate the addition to their relationship. Stiles wouldn’t put
it past Scott to have liberated the panties from their wooden prison and he
knew he would have to go to Scott’s in order to retrieve them.
It wasn’t that much of a problem, but Stiles didn’t like his favorite panties
disappearing without an explanation. Scott knew how much that pair meant to him
and had never taken them before. He didn’t care  how good Scott would look with
the burgundy of the red against his dark skin. Stiles wanted them back. With a
determined look on his face, Stiles stopped searching his room. After searching
every surface of his room he couldn’t find the panties and that had his blood
boiling. Stiles threw the clothes in his hands down to the floor and marched
out. If he wanted answers, he would have to confront Scott and wrangle them
from him.
Stiles slipped his shoes on hastily before grabbing his keys out of the bowl by
the door. It had been one his mother made and his father had never been able to
get rid of it. It was the last thing Stiles’ mother had made before she had
fallen too ill to even remember how to make pottery. Sometimes Stiles would
stare at it for a bit before rubbing the bowl for good luck. His father never
caught him doing it, or, if he had, he never said a word about it. Stiles
skidded out the door because he couldn’t waste anymore time. The nagging sense
of urgency to find his panties over rode any other thought Stiles had. The
whole way to Scott’s house was a blur. He wished they didn’t live that far
apart and that they’d been neighbors. It would have made the whole sneaking
into each other’s room a whole lot easier.
It was hard sneaking down the road when your father was the sheriff and the
whole station knew what you looked like. Stiles used to have a bad habit of
ditching his babysitter and biking down the road to Scott’s house, especially
after his mother had passed away. He had given the poor girl who was watching
him a heart attack, but John had known Stiles’ habits and paid her for the
night anyway. He’d let Melissa know Stiles was in Scott’s room. She would
always find them curled together and smile.
Right now, Stiles didn’t feel like smiling. He wanted his damn panties and he
would force them off of Scott if he had to. He had plans that revolved around
them and he didn’t want them to be ruined just because Scott got a wild hare up
his ass and decided to wear them. Stiles pulled into the McCall driveway and
took a deep breath. It looked like Melissa was still on shift at the hospital
so it looked like Stiles and Scott would have the house to themsevles unless
Scott had decided to bring Liam home. That wasn’t part of their plan and Stiles
would more likely strangle Scott if he deviated from Stiles’ careful planning.
If they were gonna take that final step, they were fucking gonna do it right.
 
He shut the door to the Jeep gently, she was his baby and he would never hurt
her no matter how angry he was. He patted the hood before making his way to the
house and letting himself in. The extra key he held in his possession was given
to him by Scott. Stiles knew that Scott had it made and had been waiting for
the right time to give it to Stiles. It had been awkward and taken Scott a few
months, but he finally had a key. Stiles slipped it into the lock and let
himself in. He could hear the music blaring from Scott’s room and so Stiles
made his way up the stairs. They were the same as they’d always been. That was
the great thing about Melissa, she never changed anything and it was a comfort
to Stiles.
Scott’s door was wide open so Stiles just walked right on in. It didn’t matter
if Scott was naked because he’d seen the goods before. They had been so
comfortable around each other that it was second nature to just strip in front
of the other with no qualms. Stiles watched Scott dance around his room,
jiggling his butt a little as he tried to clean. There wasn’t much getting done
because he kept distracting himself.
Stiles watched him for a few more minutes, he definitely liked the boxer-briefs
Scott was wearing since they clung to his ass. It was a view he couldn’t deny
himself no matter how angry he was at Scott. Since Scott wasn’t paying
attention to him, Stiles took the opportunity to walk over to the stereo system
and turn it off. There was no way that Scott hadn’t known Stiles had arrived.
Scott had Stiles’ scent committed to memory and knew the exact moment he walked
into a room or the house.
“So, Scotty, now that I have your attention,” Stiles started when Scott turned
to smile at him. “I have to know. Where are my panties?”
 
“What? No hello kiss?” Scott asked, moving closer to Stiles and putting an arm
around his waist to pull him closer. Stiles protested and pushed himself away,
only breaking Scott’s hold because the werewolf allowed it.
 
“You’re the worst werewolf in the history of werewolves! What if I was
possessed?” Stiles responded as he crossed his arms. He wanted Scott to know
just how pissed he was and this was only the start of it.
 
“What? I knew it was you. No need to get your panties in a bunch.” Scott
snorted with a roll of his eyes, which was probably the worst thing he could
have done in Stiles’ presence.
 
“Speaking of panties, Scotty, I want mine back. Now.” Stiles demanded, his
brown eyes narrowed in on his boyfriend. It was probably a good thing Liam
wasn’t here to witness this.
 
“Panties? What panties?” Scott asked, blinking. The confused expression on his
face was adorable and Stiles wasn’t buying into it. Sure, Scott may be a boy
scout without literally being a boy scout but Stiles knew Scott could be
devious when he wanted to be. Case in point, when he messed with Aidan’s bike
and had gotten away with it. No one would have expected Scott to have been
involved in such a delicate prank.
 
“My dark red lacy panties that look hella fine on both of us! You had to have
taken them!” Stiles pointed out with a raised eyebrow. He was the picture of
poise and calm right now, but if Scott didn’t hand over what he wanted, the dam
would break.
 
“Stiles, seriously, I didn’t take your panties! I know they’re your favorite,
and I wouldn’t just take them without permission!” Scott retorted with a roll
of his eyes as if the idea were absurd.
 
“You’re hiding them! You’re the only person who knew where they were, Scott! I
want them back!” Stiles surged forward, his mouth twisted into a frown.
 
He couldn’t tell if Scott was lying because he wasn’t a werewolf and couldn't
hear his heart change up. Stiles didn’t wait to hear any explanation from Scott
as he began to tear his room apart. He started in Scott’s closet and ripped out
the clothes that were piling on the floor in a blind fury to find his panties.
It was a need that went to his very core because they meant so much to him.
Stiles couldn’t go without them. Stiles dug as far into the closet as he could
but gained no ground in finding his panties. He pulled himself out and ignored
the incredulous look on Scott’s face as he stalked across the room.
 
Stiles’ brown eyes were wide with anger as he ripped a drawer from the dresser
and began to root through it. When he almost had it dangling to the floor,
strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him away. Scott kept Stiles’ arms
glued to his sides as he pulled him away from the wrecked drawer. His mom would
probably have a cow if she saw it before he could get it cleaned up.
 
“Stiles! Seriously, man! I don’t have your panties.” Scott growled into Stiles’
ear. His lips brushed the tip of the other’s ear as he hauled him to the side
of the room, turned him around and pinned Stiles against the wall. Scott’s eyes
weren’t glowing red just yet, but Stiles could see the itch to transform.
 
“You’re the only logical explanation as to why they’re missing! Dammit, Scott,
I know you probably want to surprise me with them but I have fucking plans!”
Stiles shot back at Scott. His wrists were pinned above his head so he couldn’t
swipe at Scott.
 
“I told you, Stiles, I didn’t take the damn things! I have my own plans, too!”
Scott said as he moved his head closer, his eyes finally glowing red as he
started to shift. Scott wolfing out like this was a turn on for Stiles and his
cock definitely was definitely getting hard despite being fucking pissed at
Scott.
 
“You gonna fuck me against the wall?” Stiles growled as he moved his hips
forward to rub against Scott’s crotch. It was a challenge and Scott took it as
it was meant to.
 
There was an answering growl before Scott surged forward and attached his lips
to Stiles’ violently. When they got worked up like this it was the best sex to
Stiles. It helped calm him in a way no medication ever could. That cusp of
pleasure and pain had become the anchor Stiles needed after the nogitsune and
no one delivered it better than Scott, especially when he was frustrated as
well. It was breath taking to see Scott in one of his rare fits of rage and
willing to fuck.
 
They would drag Liam into one of these bouts of angry sex when Stiles felt more
comfortable with having him around. He didn't want to change Liam's opinion of
him and Scott because they liked a little angry sex now and again.
 
Scott sensed that Stiles' attention wasn't on him and gently bit into his
throat. It was a barely there scrape of teeth because Scott was afraid of
turning Stiles. He restrained himself immensely when they were so deep into
each other. Scott knew how easy it would be for him to bite Stiles. It wouldn't
take much of a push from Stiles, all he had to do was ask Scott. And Scott
wouldn't waste any time in sinking his teeth into Stiles.
 
“That’s it, Scotty.” Stiles breathed heavily as he turned his head to give his
boyfriend more access. The need to have Scott was burning through him like a
wild fire and wouldn’t die out until Scott fucked him. Stiles would do whatever
it took to rile Scott up to the point where all he exuded was need and that
narrow mindedness to put his cock somewhere warm.
 
"You gotta have more than that." Stiles taunted. He knew he was on a thin line
but he needed to fuck this frustration out so he could find the damn panties.
 
Scott growled as he use his claws to rip through Stiles' clothes. The need to
claim Stiles and show him his place was too much. The wolf in him was pleased
as Scott tore the clothing from Stiles. Scott used his strength to man handle
Stiles to the bed. Stiles found it exhilarating and grinded his hard dick the
best he could against the other man. He needed Scott that moment because there
was no way he could wait any longer with the way his body screamed for release
from every pore.. His muscles were taut, waiting for Scott to open him up.
Stiles knew what was coming because when Scott was feral, he could never get
close to him. It was like Scott tried to meld their bodies together during sex
and Stiles fucking loved it.
 
He adored the way Scott seemed to try to eat him up, being the bad wolf he’d
read about as a child. Stiles couldn’t contain the loud moan that fled his
mouth when Scott parted his ass cheeks, nails dipping down into the supple
flesh as his hole was revealed. He could feel the hot air of Scott’s breath
flow over him and Stiles couldn’t help but shiver. There was a long swipe of
Scott’s wet tongue and Stiles dug his fingers into the sheets of Scott’s bed.
His thighs quivered as the tongue darted in and out quickly, teasing Stiles and
hinting at what was coming. Scott was wicked with his tongue and Stiles had
seen what it could do when Scott had fucked him in front of a mirror.
 
Scott’s tongue delved in deeper and wiggled around, stretching Stiles slowly.
He hated when Scott took his time like this, Stiles didn’t like much prep when
he needed to be fucked desperately. He bucked his hips back against Scott’s
face as a silent ‘hurry up.’ Of course that didn’t deter Scott from his pace as
he held Stiles’ hips and continued to eat him out. Stiles tried to roll his
hips down into the bed to gain some sort of friction but the way Scott was
holding his hips up wouldn’t allow him to. He whined low in this throat as a
sharp nail trailed over his hipbone and down to his balls. Scott cupped them
and rolled them between his fingers slowly. His nails scraped over the
sensitive skin and Stiles thought he was going to die.
“Scotty, please.” He begged breathily, shifting his hips so that he could feel
Scott’s fingers more.
 
“You want me, Stiles?” Scott asked into his ear once he’d had removed his
tongue and slid up Stiles’ body. His human fingers were at the corner of
Stiles’ lips until Stiles took them into his mouth without any prompt. He knew
what Scott wanted and Stiles couldn’t deny he wanted the same thing. He licked
and sucked on Scott’s fingers, getting them as wet as he possibly could. Stiles
took his time much like Scott had with his ass. He knew his ass would be plowed
but he didn’t care.
 
Scott withdrew his fingers a growl and circled Stiles’ hole a few times before
plunging the finger in. He played with Stiles until he added a second finger
slowly, taking his time and only fueling the desire in Stiles. It was taking
too slow. Stiles was burning with desire from head to toe and he felt that he
was going to be consumed by the heat if Scott didn’t get him prepped fast
enough.
 
Soon, all three fingers were pulled away and Stiles felt Scott press his warm
body against his back. Scott ran hot ever he’d been turned and Stiles loved it.
He was addicted to the way Scott just pressed against him, all hot like a
furnace. It never failed to turn Stiles on and he found himself groping Scott
to get him riled up for sex.
 
There was a brush of Scott’s dick against Stiles’ hole before Scott pushed all
the way in. His body was resting over Stiles’, chest to back as a hand moved up
to grip Stiles’ jaw. Stiles gave a moan of approval because he knew what was
coming. Scott’s grip was firm, commanding that Stiles lay where he was as he
started to fuck down into Stiles. It started off slow, Scott gaining rhythm and
speed as he bit into the back of Stiles, making Stiles push his cock down into
the bed. It was the only place he could go with Scott right on top of him.
Stiles groaned as Scott became rougher, fucking down into him as though they
could go through the mattress. The loud, angry growls from Scott only fueled
Stiles’ own as he cried out in pleasure. He felt Scott’s free hand drift from
the bed to his head, holding him down effectively as Scott took what he wanted
from Stiles. Scott bit into his shoulder as the door to his room opened and
Stiles stilled while Scott still continued to fuck into him.
 
He hadn’t been expecting Liam to be standing in the doorway. In his red
panties. Stiles’ lust-laden brown eyes widened when he realized exactly what
Liam was wearing and fuck if his cock didn’t swell with the urge to release.
Liam took a hesitant step forward, wobbling on the dark red heels he was
wearing. Stiles found it utterly adorable and sexy at the same time. There was
something bare about Liam as he tried to gain his footing and walk towards the
bed. His cock and balls were nestled in the red panties Stiles had been pissed
over but what caught his attention most was the red matching corset that showed
just the hint of nipples at the top. Stiles wanted to bite into them, make them
red and puffy until Liam begged for him to stop.
 
Stiles watched as Liam stopped at the end of the bed, unsure of whether to
approach or not as he bit his lower lip. Stiles made the decision for him as he
reached out and grabbed the back of Liam’s thighs and pulled him forward,
groaning when Scott bit into his neck, stilling fucking him into the mattress.
Stiles tried to talk, wanting to tell Liam how fucking sexy he looked in the
corset and his panties. He knew the werewolf was drowning in the scent of sex
and sweat as his blue eyes dilated. Stiles managed to pull Liam close enough
that he could nuzzle the bulge that was threatening to spill over the lace of
the panties. He bucked his hips so Scott knew to change position and pull him
to his knees so he could have easier access to Liam.
 
He licked his lips when he saw how angry and red Liam’s dick was as he wobbled
on the heels. Stiles dived head first when he and Scott were adjusted on their
hands and knees. He nuzzled the soft flesh of Liam’s cock, rubbing his cheek
along it as his brown eyes watched Liam. Stiles soaked up every expression and
sound that came from Liam. It was like he couldn’t get enough. When he took the
head into his mouth, he definitely heard a curse from Liam. He sucked Liam
hard, just like Scott was fucking him. He moaned around the organ in his mouth
as he felt Liam’s thighs quiver under his touch. He knew he was unraveling
Liam’s tight self control and Stiles wanted him to lose it completely. A hand
slipped under the panties to grab at Liam’s ass. He might not have claws, but
Stiles had plenty of experience of grabbing Scott’s ass when the other rode
him. He dug into the flesh, squeezing as hard as he could as he took Liam all
the way down to the root.
 
The action caused Liam to fall forward onto the bed, a combination of the heels
and Stiles sucking his dick until he couldn’t move. He grabbed at Stiles’ hair
as the other hollowed his cheeks out. Liam could see Scott’s dick moving in and
out of Stiles at this angle, fascinated with the way Stiles seemed to swallow
him. Liam's s gripped Stiles' tightly as his legs quivered. He couldn't handle
much more of the wet heat of his boyfriends mouth. The visual and physical
stimulation was too much so he came with his body curling over Stiles as he
whispered his name reverently. His fingers curled into the marks littering
Stiles' neck as he continued to pump his cock into the other mouth, panting as
he tried to not collapse onto the bed.
 
Stiles licked his lips when Liam pulled away, his eyes lidded with pleasure as
he watched their beta fall to the bed. He wanted more but it was obvious that
Liam was out for the count with the way he lazily watched Scott fucked Stiles.
It was like Stiles was putting on a show for Liam and he definitely liked the
idea. He could never get enough of the two other men because they would always
be in his head. Stiles wanted to drown in them both until they had no energy
left.
 
A groan left Stiles’ lips when Scott shifted their bodies again. He was lifted
until he was on his knees and Scott’s dick was sliding even deeper. Stiles’
head fell to his lover’s shoulders as Scott shallowly thrusted into him as a
hand snaked down to his cock, pumping it slowly as he nibbled on the strip of
flesh that had been presented to him. Stiles wanted to see Scott’s face,
needing to see those gorgeous red eyes he loved. He could feel himself coming
undone, his orgasm spreading through his body until he came. Scott wasn’t too
far behind him, filling him up as he bit lightly down into Stiles’ neck. It was
like his world had burst into color like all the other times they had sex like
this and Stiles knew he wouldn’t come down from his high anytime soon.

Scott gently laid them down on the bed, Liam moving to cuddle up into Stiles.
The grin Stiles gave Liam was lopsided and pleased as he stroked a sliver of
skin that peeked through the edge of his panties and corset. Scott had pulled
out of him and was curled around him, his scent everywhere for Stiles and Liam.
It was like a comfort of an old blanket and Stiles just snuggled back into
Scott. Their fingers tangled together when Scott laid an arm over his side. It
was a sign of affection from the Alpha and Stiles would always drink it up much
like Liam always did. It seemed Liam was more confident now with the way he
leaned into Stiles and tucked his head under Stiles’ chin. It felt right to
have the Beta’s body slotted against his and he couldn’t even be pissed anymore
that his panties had been missing. Seeing Liam stumbling towards him in heels
and a corset had definitely negated any anger Stiles had. He carded his fingers
through Liam’s hair gently, praising the Beta for being sexy. He could feel the
curve of Liam’s smile on his collarbone and Stiles couldn’t help the warmth
that welled up within him.
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