What Lydia Wants (She Gets) Chapter 2, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: What Lydia Wants (She Gets) II – Stiles Summer Stories 2024

Tags: m/m/f, polyamory, established relationship, Jackson Doesn't Leave, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, vaginal, pegging, butt plugs, BDSM, Domme Lydia

Main Pairing: Jackson/Lydia/Stiles

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin

Writer's Month Prompts: stone + train

Summary: The pack goes on a luxury train trip to Canada during the summer. And Lydia has very special plans for Stiles' virginity on that trip.

What Lydia Wants (She Gets) II

Stiles Summer Stories 2024

When Lydia and Jackson had kissed Stiles and told him they wanted him as part of their relationship, Stiles had, quite frankly, not thought beyond those kisses. In that moment, all that mattered was that the girl he loved and the guy he had a huge crush on and was definitely falling for wanted him. Everything else only came crushing down on him the next day.

Scott had come barging into Jackson and Lydia's room to check on him, worried out of his mind. The rest of the pack had followed, all of them looking exhausted after a night of searching for the flowers and then coming back to the ship just to find Stiles and Danny's room empty. Stiles froze and felt panic rise in his chest, because he was nearly naked and so were Lydia and Jackson, who were sandwiching him, and the entire pack was standing there looking at them and he didn't know what to do or how to react. Lydia had simply wrapped an arm around him to pull him back down onto the mattress, glared at everyone in the room and told them to let her and her boyfriends sleep. Stunned looks were aimed their way and she dared make shooing motions at the pack. All Stiles managed was to croak out that he was feeling fine and that he'd be okay and thanks.

Part of him had simply assumed he'd be like a dirty little secret. Something that Jackson and Lydia would indulge in when it was just the three of them. But the same day, when they went to the pool, Jackson pulled him down onto his lap with a possessive arm around his waist, glaring at all other pack members to dare them to say anything, and Lydia kissed him on the mouth.

So Stiles figured that maybe it was the pack, that they trusted the pack (and also knew that the wolves would be able to smell them on each other anyway). But then school started again after spring break and Stiles didn't know how to act, exactly. The first time someone made a mean comment in the locker room – Stiles doesn't even consider it bullying, it was just what he got as the near permanent bench-warmer – and Jackson growled, pinned the guy against the lockers and told him to never talk shit about Jackson's boyfriend again and after that, Stiles' brain needed a moment to reboot. Also because Jackson put his jacket on Stiles and okay so Stiles had often considered being the boyfriend to very teen rom com like hand his jacket to his girlfriend, he'd never considered having a boyfriend who'd give him a jacket and he really liked it.

Lydia would hold his hand on their way to their advanced classes, she'd kiss his cheek casually. When Stiles and Jackson went to training, Jackson would slip his hand into Stiles' back-pocket and he would also kiss Stiles' cheek. And both were just so casual about it that Stiles struggled with.

He'd never seen himself as having a chance with either of them, much less both at the same time. It did pay off to date the school's golden couple though because nobody was dumb enough to start a fight with Jackson Whittemore and nobody was dumb enough to try and provoke Lydia Martin.

His dad was the next hurdle though, because the man hadn't even believed Stiles when he had tried to come out, how was he supposed to come out as bisexual and polyamorous? And as dating the guy who had had a restraining order against him last year…?

Only when the lying and secrets became too much and the relationship between them strained again and Lydia picked up on his growing anxiety and worry did Stiles tell his dad. Well. Jackson and Lydia kind of forced him to tell his dad because they were worried. Once Stiles got through the word vomit of being polyamorous and bisexual and his clothing having nothing to do with his sexual or romantic orientation and that he couldn't bear if his dad didn't believe him, his dad hugged him tightly, apologized for his past behavior and said 'at least it's not drugs'. So, having a girlfriend and a boyfriend was better than doing drugs, that was something.

It wasn't all sunshine and kittens. Lydia was incredibly demanding, at times not caring what either of her boyfriends thought. Jackson struggled with expressing his emotions in a positive manner. Growling, snarling, rather lashing out than admitting to 'weak' emotions. Stiles, on the other hand, was made insecure by that exact behavior because part of him sometimes still felt like Jackson just got together with him because Lydia demanded it. And Stiles also knew that his anxiety and his ADHD didn't exactly make him the easiest partner, he forgot dates due to hyperfixations.

But when it was good, it was so good. They made him feel like he belonged. Lydia and Stiles managed to coax Jackson out of his shell and make him open up a little. Stiles and Jackson were there for Lydia when she struggled with her Banshee powers and their downside.

They went on dates! Mostly all three of them, sometimes just two. Friday night was pack night, Saturday night was date night. He'd let Jackson take him out to a stupidly fancy restaurant, he went to a flower show with Lydia, they went to a drive-in movie theater together.

The only thing that was starting to become a problem was the physical. Oh, they made out so much. Stiles still got startled when Jackson would back him against the lockers in the changing room and kiss him until he was breathless. Mutual masturbation became a thing about three weeks into their relationship. The first time Lydia slipped her hand into his pants he had to think of horror stories to not come right away. Jackson showed him how Lydia liked it the most and Stiles wasn't sure which was hotter, watching him finger Lydia or fingering her himself. Both.

Oral sex? Amazing next step, holy shit. He still flushed every time Jackson and Lydia praised him for the fact that his mouth was, apparently, very good for other things than rambling. Getting him on his knees and shoving his cock down Stiles' throat was quickly becoming Jackson's favorite way of shutting him up. Not going to lie, Stiles greatly enjoyed being shut up that way too. And one memorable Saturday afternoon, he had eaten Lydia out for hours, which had driven her insane.

So, things were good. Things were on a great trajectory. But they weren't moving forward.

Summer break rolled around and somehow, despite having both a girlfriend and a boyfriend, Stiles was still a virgin and he was absolutely ready to sacrifice himself at that point.

Once again, Jackson and Lydia sprang for a pack-bonding vacation (well. Their parents unknowingly sprang for it. But same difference). A luxury train ride to Canada. Really fancy train with sleeping wagons and dinner balls in the dining wagons. It was a really cool idea and Stiles absolutely loved that he got to stay in a cabin with Jackson and Lydia.

The rest of the pack split up easily too – Boyd and Erica, Scott and Allison, the couples pairing off again, this time Isaac and Danny bunked together, while Derek and Cora were sharing, since Derek's sister was their newest pack-member.

"Holy shit, this is absolutely beyond any train I've ever seen."

Stiles whistled as he looked around their private cabin. Large bed, wardrobe, but the whole style of the train car was so retro, it was gorgeous. Jackson carried in their luggage and Lydia closed the door. As soon as she closed it, she grabbed Stiles' wrist to turn him around. He smiled when he got kissed by her. When she grabbed him by the neck, he whimpered. One of the most delightful things he learned after getting together with them was that Lydia was a total domme. Which was how he realized that he was absolutely totally a sub, hell yeah. Jackson was more of a switch, he'd always let Lydia tell him what to do, but seeing the way Stiles so eagerly complied apparently made Jackson want to be more bossy and hey, be Stiles' guest!

"Tonight," Lydia whispered softly. "We are going to take you apart, baby. Did you bring your plugs, like I told you? Yes? Good boy. I want you comfortable and at ease tonight, so I want you to wear one until tonight, can you do that for us, Stiles?"

"Y… Yes," Stiles' voice was a slight squeak.

So sex toys were a thing. A thing that Lydia loved buying for him. Which was equally embarrassing and arousing. She'd given him the most mischievous grin he had ever seen on her face when she had handed him a set of differently sized princess plugs (there was a gemstone at the base that stuck out and it should be embarrassing but actually Stiles found it really fucking hot to wear it for them and he loved the way they'd both look at him). She had told him in no uncertain terms that Jackson was big (thank you, Lydia, Stiles was aware of that, he had spent weeks gagging on that before he got the hang of giving Jackson a blowjob) and that she didn't want him to get injured due to a rush job during their first night, so there would not be any sex at all until he had worked his way up to the biggest plug. The fool he was, he thought he could rush it. He absolutely could not.

But! But he had reached the biggest plug just a week ago and Lydia had peppered him in praising kisses for it. Sadly, immediately after working his way up to it was not enough for her. So she'd kept him waiting. She had told him to bring the plugs and he'd figured that was just to keep his training up and also to torture Jackson (who was the most into seeing the stone stick out of Stiles). He hadn't anticipated that she wanted for them to have sex on the train. But then she was Lydia, so.

"Good boy," Lydia purred, rewarding him with another kiss.

/break\

Jackson's self-control was even better now that he had two anchors. Especially since both his anchors were emotionally volatile, so it was good that he could lean onto the other while one was the cause for his control slipped. He loved Lydia with his whole heart, but she was a manipulative bitch and often times the cause for his anger, so it was hard to… cling onto her for control. Now, he had Stiles and he could anchor himself with Stiles whenever she pissed him off. On the other hand, Stiles was a manipulative little shit, so… as often the cause for his anger. He had a type.

But damn it all to hell, when Lydia bought Stiles those stupid plugs, she did it 90% to tease and torment Jackson and only 10% to make sure Stiles would be safe and well-prepped the first time Jackson fucked him. And just how much Jackson wanted to fuck him. It wasn't funny anymore. Now that he was allowed to kiss and touch and lick Stiles, it became really hard not to bend him over the bench in the locker-room to fuck him after training. Or pin him onto the counter in the Hale House kitchen when he'd make lunch for the pack and just fuck him right then and there, make sure all the others knew that though they got to reap the benefits of Stiles' cooking, Stiles was still his.

Even if he couldn't see it, just knowing that Stiles was wearing a plug, and was wearing it for him and Lydia, wearing it in public, Jackson had to fight for control. Had to fight to not growl or grab Stiles and devour him on the spot. Lydia threw him a knowing, wicked smile over dinner.

She didn't have to do that, she didn't have to tell Stiles to wear it during dinner. But she had to torment Jackson, because she just loved doing that. He glared at her, heated and annoyed. Her smile grew more delighted. Fucking hell, she was way too much into rough sex.

He could barely keep his hands off of Stiles during dinner, especially when there would be these tiny giveaways. When he'd shift a little awkwardly and Jackson just knew he was adjusting to the plug inside himself. The way he bit down hard on his lower lip to keep noises in. Hng.

"Fucking hell," Jackson growled, pinning Stiles to the door as soon as they were inside their cabin. "Stop being so fucking tempting if you don't want me to bend you over the dinner table and fuck you in front of the entire pack, Stilinski."

"You are such a romantic, your way with words makes me swoon, Jacks."

Stiles rolled his eyes in that cheeky bratty way of his that made Jackson want to spank him. Had made him spank Stiles in the past. Not tonight, Lydia had made him promise. Spankings always made Stiles slip too quickly into that soft, compliant state and they didn't really want to turn Stiles' first time into a full scene. They just wanted to make it good for him.

"Next time," Jackson growled in warning, nipping at Stiles' neck.

"Next time what?" Stiles asked startled, baring his throat to the wolf.

"Next time I'm going to spank your ass and then fuck you doggy style and yes I will even take the stupid dog jokes if it means pressing against your raw-spanked ass while fucking you."

"Fucking hell," Stiles gasped out, hands clawing into Jackson's shirt.

"Boys," Lydia cleared her throat. "As much as I love when you threaten each other with a good time – and I really do, it's lovely – come here and pay attention to me."

Both their heads snapped over to their redheaded goddess. She was laying on the bed, in nothing but her green lace underwear and… oh. Oh boy. Jackson made a strangled noise and clapped a hand on Stiles' shoulder to hold the other boy upright, knowing Stiles' knees were so going to give in when he noticed. A high-pitched squeak came from Stiles just before he predictably nearly went down.

"What…" Stiles swallowed hard. "Lydia!"

Lydia smirked pleased and adjusted herself, more specifically she adjusted the large, pink strap-on that she was wearing around her waist. Jackson gently guided Stiles onto the bed to sit next to Lydia and Jackson too a seat on her other side. This was new. He'd known she'd ordered it, had told him very plainly that all his explicit talk of how he wanted to fuck Stiles had made her feel intrigued too. This was the first time he was seeing it live though.

"Well," Lydia reached out, slowly tracing her fingers down Stiles' chest. "Jackson is big and while I'm very proud of you for sticking to your training, I thought it might be nice if I… open you up for him… Would you like that, baby?"

"Y… You…" Stiles swallowed, eyes on the pink dildo. " You want to fuck me."

"Oh, don't worry, I do want you inside of me too, Stiles," Lydia winked with a grin. "But you won't believe just how many vivid pictures Jackson has painted on how he wants to fuck you. And you are so… beautifully compliant, at least in bed. So yes, I would like that. If you like it too. If you don't, it's off the table and we never talk about it again, okay?"

She offered that honest and serious domme look of hers, the one that told both Jackson and Stiles that she was all no-nonsense right now, that they called the shots and she was listening. Stiles bit his lower lip as he stared at it thoughtfully, cheeks red. Wanting it but being embarrassed.

"I do," Stiles nodded after a moment. "And, to be honest, it does sound like a good idea, because fuck I know how big Jackson is, the plugs only go so far, he's gonna split me in two."

Jackson offered a grin that was all fangs and lust. "Thanks for the compliment, Sti."

"Okay," Lydia nodded pleased. "So, here is how I am picturing tonight to go, and then you two give your input, sound good, boys?" Stiles and Jackson nodded. "Very good. Stiles, I want you on your back, and I'm going to take you. Nice and slow. And while I take you, I want Jackson to take me. And then, once Jacks is done and once you are nice and well-prepped for him, he gets to take you."

"Sounds perfect to me," Jackson purred, eyes landing on Stiles. "Babe?"

"Yeah. Uhu. I. Uhm. Yeah," Stiles nodded, all wide-eyed like prey.

Jackson licked his lips pleased. He sat back, for now. Letting Lydia get started before getting involved himself. The three of them got naked, Lydia only keeping the strap-on around her waist. She rolled a condom over the strap-on and lubed it up generously before taking a seat between Stiles' eagerly spread legs, his own dick hard and eager. A teasing smile spread over Lydia's red-painted lips as she wrapped them around the head of Stiles' cock. His eyes rolled back and he relaxed some, the tension of anticipation melting away at the familiar feeling.

Jackson adjusted his position so he had a better view and got to watch Lydia carefully dislodge the plug from Stiles. A whine escaped their boyfriend at the loss and wasn't that cute. Lydia's fingers gently prodded his loosened hole, testing if he was loose enough for her strap-on. She withdrew her fingers, instead scratching them along the sensitive inside of Stiles' thighs, making him gasp for breath and buck up. After a few moments of the teasing, he came.

Jackson couldn't even blame him for not lasting long, considering the size of the damn plug he'd been wearing for the past five hours, it was no miracle Stiles couldn't keep it together. Leaning in, Jackson planted a gentle, rewarding kiss on Stiles' lips, catching the last gasps and moans.

"Do you need a moment, baby?" Lydia asked as she pulled off.

She wiped the cum off her lips like she was merely adjusting smeared lip-stick. He shook his head so she grabbed his legs, hoisting them up so he sat with his feet planted on the bed and knees apart. Her hands wandered to his waist, grasping gently, guiding him to lift his hips a little.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay," Stiles started rambling as Lydia pushed in.

"Hey," Jackson whispered softly, pressing a kiss to the nape of Stiles' neck. "You're good. If it's too much, just say so. We don't have to do anything today, if you're not ready, Stiles."

"Ah, fuck, stop being considerate, it still freaks me out," Stiles grumbled flustered. "I'm fine. Just. New sensation. Tiny freak-out. Not a bad freak-out. Not backing out. Really want this."

Lydia hummed pleased, easing the rest of her strap into their boy. Once she bottomed out, she waited. For him to adjust and, apparently also for Jackson because she stared intensely at him. Raising her eyebrows, she set her own knees apart pointedly and oh. Okay.

"Yeah?" Jackson asked as he knelt beside her.

"Yeah," Lydia confirmed with a smirk. "Get useful, Jackson."

She moved very shallow and slow, drawing soft noises from Stiles. Jackson dragged his lips down her spine, his hand finding its way between her legs. The pads of his fingers traced her soft, smooth mount, slowly slipping between her folds. She was already wet, soaking his fingers, as turned on by how good Stiles was for them as Jackson was, hard in his boxers. His middle-finger circled her clit, nudging it gently from side to side while his thumb dipped into her, making her gasp. He took his time with her, the same way she was taking her time with Stiles. And only when Stiles' noises grew more demanding did Jackson push two fingers into Lydia, opening her up for himself.

"Jacks," Lydia's voice had a demanding edge.

Impatient. Jackson knew if she wasn't busy fucking Stiles, she'd be throwing Jackson onto the bed to ride him right now. A teasing smirk spread over his lips at how stuck she was between them, too busy pleasuring their boyfriend to demand her own pleasure from him.

"Don't tease me too long, Jackson. You will regret it."

And okay there was the angry voice that promised punishment. With a huff and a small pout did Jackson pull his fingers out of her cunt. Tilting his head, he brought his hand up to Stiles' mouth, lips eagerly parting. That boy's mouth really was good for a lot of things beyond rambling and he had a not so slight oral-fixation, he loved going down on both of them, loved sucking fingers if offered. It was a lot of fun, for all parties involved. Stiles' tongue swirled around Jackson's fingers, greedily licking all of Lydia's juices off of them.

"Good boy," Jackson growled softly, kissing Stiles' cheek as he pulled out.

With his hand clean, he went to kneel behind Lydia. He took the lube where Lydia had put it next to them on the bed, lubing himself up. His fingers dug into her waist, keeping her in place for a moment (which earned them a complaining noise from Stiles). Slowly, he pushed his dick into her, feeling her tight heat engulf him, hug him in all the right ways.

"Fuck, this should not be as hot as it is," Stiles beneath them muttered.

Lydia wrapped an arm around Jackson, twisting enough to kiss his cheek as he pushed deeper into her. Once he started thrusting, she picked up her movement too, adjusting to the rhythm Jackson set. Soon, they worked it out well, Jackson fucking into Lydia, Lydia fucking into Stiles. It was lazy and slow, slower than they were used to, but they didn't want to rush Stiles, and this was a new situation for Lydia too. So slow was good, for now. Jackson kissed her neck.

"You think you're ready for more, baby?" Lydia asked, fingers teasing Stiles' nipples.

"Y… Yeah, yup, that sounds good," Stiles gasped out.

Damn, he already looked so wrecked and they had barely gotten started. Cute. Lydia smacked Jackson's hip, urging him on. No problem there, he was overly horny from every buildup today. He picked up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper into Lydia until he felt his orgasm built up. His moan was muffled by Lydia's neck as he came deep inside of her. She moaned too, but when he reached out for her clit to get her all the way, she slapped his hand away. He frowned. Usually, she wasn't into orgasm denial – only into denying others.

Once Jackson pulled out, Lydia did too. She took off the strap and threw it aside, letting her legs fall open. Jackson growled, his eyes flashing as he saw her fucked-open cunt, filled with his cum. She smirked at him before entangling her fingers into Stiles' hair.

"How about," Lydia purred. "You get on all four and put that pretty mouth of yours to good use while Jackson fucks you. Do you think you can do that? Because I don't trust you to be able to coordinate fucking me while Jackson fucks you, but I would love for you to get me off."

Stiles stared at her, completely dazed, and nodded eagerly. He carefully got on all four, his face disappearing between her legs. Jackson couldn't help but growl, knowing that Stiles wasn't just eating her out, he was lapping up Jackson's cum from inside her. The smirk on Lydia's face told him that that was planned too. She was evil and he loved her for it.

"Good boy," Lydia praised, her fingers in Stiles' hair tightening. "Go on, Jacks. I think Stiles deserves a reward for how good he has been all day for us. Why don't you give it to him?"

Jackson didn't need to be asked twice. He grabbed Stiles' hips, the same as he had done with Lydia, and he pushed his cock, already hard again because yeah today was one of those days and thank werewolf stamina, into Stiles' soft, open hole. Stiles whined, the noise lost in Lydia's cunt. But, always good for them, he didn't stop eating her out even as he adjusted to Jackson inside of him.

"So good for us," Jackson whispered, kissing along Stiles' shoulders. "There, you're taking me so well. You're so tight, baby. You feel so good around me like that."

He started fucking into his boyfriend, harder and deeper, driving him more into Lydia's cunt, his nose pressing against her clit in a way that made her howl out in delight while his tongue dug as deep into her as it could, eager to get every last bit of Jackson's cum. Fuck, that was hot. Jackson only fucked him even harder at that, until the three of them were a symphony of moans and grunts and then they came, one by one and Jackson couldn't even say who came first, but by the end of it, they all collapsed in a pleasured and exhausted pile.

"Holy fuck, you were right, it does feel wicked good when he cums inside," Stiles commented.

Lydia laughed, kissing Stiles' cheek and pulling him closer. They were an absolutely disgusting, sticky mess, but they were also all so sated and content in that moment, getting up to clean up sounded like a hassle. So Jackson just curled around the both of them.

"We are definitely doing all of this again," Lydia declared, yawning.

"I wouldn't mind eating you out after Stiles fucks you," Jackson offered.

"We are definitely going to do that too then," Lydia smirked pleased. "Sound good, babe? Babe?"

Stiles was out, smiling as he snuggled up to them. Lydia and Jackson exchanged a smitten look.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: SOOO this was what the first one was SUPPOSED to be but then I accidentally feelings and angsted and hurt/comforted, so here's part two! All the smut ;D Correct me if I'm wrong though but I think this might be the first time I published penis-in-vagina m/f sex, usually I let her do all the pegging. Oh well I stuppose Jydia is a worthy first for that, though I always thought it'd be Darklina