Mischief Mondays Chapter 5: Stydiackson - Back Against the Wall, a teen wolf fanfic

Teen Wolf || Stydiackson || Back Against the Wall || Stydiackson || Teen Wolf

Title: Back Against the Wall – Mischief Mondays Series/Stiles' Cherrytober

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

Main Pairing: Jackson/Lydia/Stiles

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

Cherrytober Prompt: Against a Wall + Pegging

Summary: Lydia and Jackson decide to make a very dull school day more interesting by playing with their boyfriend. Stiles suffers, but in the way he really, really enjoys.

Back Against the Wall

Mischief Mondays Series/Stiles' Cherrytober

Lydia smiled at her mirror as she finished her make-up. She looked perfect, as every day. Her eyes trailed over her shoulder in her mirror, watching Stiles on her bed, still deep asleep after last night. Poor baby, he was still adjusting to dating a werewolf with werewolf stamina. The main reason why she had let him sleep in. That, and because he had been so good for her and Jackson last night. And Jackson and her had talked about today, before he'd had to leave early to get to Derek's for the too early morning training sessions Derek forced his betas through. Considering the plans they'd made for their boyfriend today, he deserved to rest a little longer.

"Mh…? Lyds? Jacks?"

Her smile softened when she turned around to face a sleepy but slowly waking up Stiles. "No Jackson I'm afraid, our Alpha stole our boyfriend for training once again."

A displeased humpf sound came from Stiles and he curled together more on the bed. He was very much in love with Lydia's sheets and she couldn't blame him. Walking over to the bed, she sat down next to him, kissing him. Soft and slow, but the more Stiles woke up, the filthier the kiss got. He had been so good for her, eating her out for an hour. How he could even kiss he was beyond her, his jaw should be so sore. Smiling, she trailed her fingers down his throat and chest.

"How do you feel?" Lydia asked, tracing bruises her and Jackson had left last night.

His skin did bruise so prettily and he made the sweetest noises when they sucked marks onto him. Stiles blinked at him, looking a little dazed but very happy. It was adorable just how easy it was to make Stiles happy, sometimes her and Jackson got these soft, bright smiles simply for… being with him. He'd once – in a post-orgasmic babble, which were usually quite endearing – admitted that he still marveled at the fact that they were his now, that that was what these smiles were about. Just, him being happy that Lydia was his girlfriend and Jackson was his boyfriend. It was something so earnest and pure and simple, it had made her kiss him silly. Jackson's reaction had been a little more primal and Stiles had not been able to walk for the rest of the day, but he seemed pleased by that.

"Like I would love to call in sick but 'my boyfriend fucked my brains out last night and my girlfriend enabled him and distracted me with her delicious pussy' doesn't seem like a good excuse?" Stiles frowned and fell back into bed. "Oh well, there's always napping during econ."

Lydia snorted amused and patted at Stiles' thigh. "Are you up to play some…?"

Tilting his head in interest, Stiles looked at her. "Always. What did you have in mind?"

A wicked smile twisted Lydia's lips as she reached for her bedside drawer. The smile softened fondly when Stiles perked up in excitement once Lydia pulled the harness with her pink strap-on out. It was lovely that Stiles enjoyed this as much as she did. She rewarded his excitement with a kiss while settling between his willingly spread legs. She put on the harness and reached for the lube. They shared a deep, slow kiss while her fingers eased into him, getting a small whimper from Stiles. He was always so sensitive after Jackson had him last, which was fair. Their wolf was well-endowed, with maybe a slight upgrade after the bite.

"Jacks is gonna be so mad he missed this," Stiles gasped, arching his back. "He loves watching you fuck me. Now I feel twice as bad, like early training with Derek isn't bad enough-"

Before Stiles could continue rambling did Lydia cut him off with another kiss, much more demanding and fierce than the last, leaving Stiles moaning and desperate beneath her. It was flattering, just how strongly he reacted to her. But then he had been in love with her for like a decade. That kind of devotion? It showed. Smiling, Lydia kissed down Stiles' throat.

"Don't worry, Jackson will have his fun later," Lydia whispered promising.

Stiles was too distracted by Lydia pulling her fingers out and replacing them with her strap-on to really consider her words. He was quickly reduced to a chant of 'yes', 'please' and 'harder'. It was cute, to see the constantly talking boy reduced to a bare minimum of words. The best was when Lydia and Jackson would double team him and render him fully speechless, only leaning whines, whimpers and other enchanting sounds to spill from Stiles' lips. But those kind of nights took long and they also needed a lot of recovery for Stiles, so they reserved them to Saturdays and to days when they were relatively sure that there was no new threat in Beacon Hills.

Lydia smiled down at her boyfriend as she rolled her hips slowly. There was so much power to this, to having Stiles allow her this, letting her fuck him like this. He was so open for her, not just literally but the look on his face, the love and warmth and affection in his eyes.

"I love you too, babe," Lydia whispered against his lips before kissing him again.

Her fingers curled around his dick, jerking him off with every thrust of her hips, watching the way the pink strap-on disappeared in Stiles' ass, swallowed greedily. When Stiles came, it was with a soft, broken whimper and it was such a beautiful sound, she had to capture it with her mouth. Before she pulled out, she reached into the drawer again to get another toy out.

She turned it over in her hand, where Stiles could see it. "Yes or no?"

Stiles looked thoughtful for a moment and Lydia appreciated that. Especially early on when they'd introduced a BDSM angle to their relationship – her and Jackson had always liked to play around, they usually flipped a coin or made being the sub the punishment, but in Stiles they'd found the perfect, willing sub for them both – Stiles would nod along to most things, eager to please them. It took some serious conversations about boundaries and limits for Stiles to be honest about when things didn't fully appeal to him, or when he was too exhausted for something.

"Okay," Stiles said after a moment. "I got chemistry later, I need something to take the edge off."

Lydia snorted amused but happily eased the plug into her boyfriend, kissing his cheek. "Good boy. And if you're very good, then Jackson has a reward for you later on."

/break\

So when Lydia promised Stiles a 'reward' this morning, Stiles had kind of not expected to get pinned against the wall in the chemistry lab and kissed within an inch of his life by their boyfriend, one of Jackson's hands already down Stiles' pants. Stiles hissed when Jackson grabbed the plug and nudged it slightly. There was a wolfish grin on Jackson's face and to match it, the beta flashed his eyes blue at Stiles. With his other hand did Jackson push Stiles' pants down more.

"Are you kidding me?" Stiles hissed. "We're in a classroom!"

"I know," Jackson cocked an eyebrow. "You're hard too. Don't try to deny it."

Stiles glowered at him, wondering why he had fallen in love with this arrogant ass. The next moment, Jackson grinned at him, knowing he'd won the argument, and kissed him softly. And oh right yeah. Jackson could be really sweet if he wanted to be. Grumbling, Stiles wrapped his arms around Jackson's neck, pulling the other jock closer, deepening the kiss.

"Besides," Jackson whispered. "Why do you think Lydia plugged you? So we could have some quick fun between classes, without having to waste time on thorough prep work."

Stiles made a small noise. That did make sense and also explained the evil in Lydia's eyes. Alas, most days, Stiles had stopped questioning the wickedness in his girlfriend's heart. Maybe it would be safer to go back to being concerned about it, at least some times. The breath got knocked out of him when Jackson grabbed him by the thighs, pinning him against the wall and essentially carrying his entire weight. Fucking werewolf strength, why was it that hot?

"C'mon," Jackson grinned before nuzzling his neck. "Don't tell me you never thought about fucking in Harris' classroom? A big fuck you to the ass for how he always treats you."

Jackson's fingers on Stiles' thighs were soft. Hard to argue against that. His own fingers curled into Jackson's hair before bringing the wolf in for another kiss. Kissing him also brought Jackson closer, so close that his cock was pushing against Stiles'. One of Jackson's hands slipped from Stiles' thigh, trusting his boyfriend to help out some by clinging onto Jackson's waist with both legs. The hand found the plug again, pulling it out and carelessly putting it onto the shelf next to them before both of Jackson's hands grabbed Stiles' ass, pulling his cheeks apart and guiding him until the head of Jackson's dick pushed in. When had Jackson even pushed down his own pants? Stiles couldn't remember. Somewhere between kisses maybe? Why was kissing Jackson so distracting?

He gasped breathlessly when Jackson was all the way inside him, filling him out so good. So much better than the toy this morning. As much as he loved getting pegged by Lydia, it just didn't beat the warmth and aliveness of Jackson's cock. The wolf groaned, the sound muffled by Stiles' neck. Stiles was fully stuck between the wall against his back and the werewolf against his chest as Jackson started thrusting into him, hitting his prostate hard and fast. Quick fucking, before the next class started. Though the thought of Harris walking in was equally terrifying and thrilling, to be caught with Jackson's dick up his ass being claimed by the wolf like that, and maybe something that Stiles needed to examine later and not think about right now.

"Ja—acks," Stiles whined, arching his back as much as the position allowed.

"Mh?" Jackson grunted softly, nosing at Stiles' neck. "Want something, Stilinski?"

God, Stiles hated when Jackson got smug or cocky during sex. He mustered a glare, but only got a smirk in reply before Jackson kissed him again. Why did he find this bastard charming. He had such bad taste, seriously. His blunt nails scratched over Jackson's back, earning a groan from the wolf and a nip to his jaw that made Stiles laugh softly.

"C'mon, babe, we should hurry," Jackson urged him, rubbing the head of Stiles' cock.

It made Stiles howl softly, trying to muffle the sound in Jackson's shoulder as he came. Jackson growled when Stiles tightened up around him, thrusting sharper until he followed Stiles over the edge, coming hard, deep inside his boyfriend. Stiles made a content little noise at that, going slack in Jackson's arms and making the werewolf carry his whole weight. The wolf huffed amused, grabbing the plug again and quickly plugging Stiles once he pulled out, to prevent them from making a horrible mess that would also make the next class very uncomfortable for Stiles. Which was another reason why Lydia had suggested the plug today. A pleased smile spread over his lips as he kissed Jackson's cheek. These two had schemed against him before he'd even been awake today.

"We should get dressed," Jackson whispered. "I can hear Harris approaching."

Well, what a damn way to ruin the post-orgasm bliss. Stiles glared and then pulled his pants up. The two of them were in their seats before Harris could enter and Stiles had a very pleasant memory to focus on during chemistry, squirming every now and again with a small grin.

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: Oh the prompt combo of pegging and against the wall just screamed Lydia and Jackson respectively ;D I am growing very fond of this OT3 for kinky smut things!