TW Requests Part II

by kestra_troi

Summary:

Here is some more request fills:

Chapter 1–Scott x Stiles—Stiles can’t concentrate on his homework so he takes a break to ‘study’ Scott’s ass.

Chapter 2–Jackson x Dog—Jackson comes home from an away game and has sex with his dog. BESTIALITY TW

 

—ON HIATUS as of February 13th 2024—

Chapter 1: Operation: Sleepover Study Session

Crammed into Scott’s desk chair with one foot on the seat and the other on the floor bouncing, Stiles sat in his pajamas with a heavy textbook on his lap. He scowled at his best friend lying on his stomach still in bed and rubbed at the side of his head while tap, tap, tapping his pen against the open pages of his social studies reading. He couldn’t concentrate because his morning wood still refused to go down. Not with Scott’s pert bubble butt right there, right in his face. His best friend’s ass wrapped snugly in his ratty yet tight yellow boxer briefs was distracting. It was like a big neon sign shouting “hey look at me, look at me!” 

 

And Stiles couldn’t resist. 

 

No one could have. 

 

Scott’s ass was just so cute…and tasty. 

 

Stiles slammed his textbook closed and shoved it off his lap. His cock freed from the weight of such a heavy topic rose up hard and fast, tenting his pajamas. With absolutely no subtlety or decorum Stiles stuffed his hand down his pants and fully began stroking his dick like a demented gremlin while chomping on the end of his pen. 

 

Mildly concerned, Scott glanced over his shoulder at the loud thud of his friend’s textbook on the floor. He looked over at his buddy and blushed, a fond smile pulling at his soft lips. “Dude, really? We just jerked off like an hour ago.”

 

“Can’t help it,” Stiles grunted around the pen in his mouth. “I’m bored. American History is boring.”

 

“You love history,” Scott pointed out, returning to his psychology worksheets with a bemused shake of the head. “You just need to rub one out so you can focus.”

 

“I’ve got a better idea,” Stiles muttered, before spitting the pen out of his mouth. He launched up out of Scott’s desk chair and hastily shoved his pajama pants off his slim hips. His dick bounced free, pointing up towards the ceiling with the resolute force of a teenaged erection and he stepped out of his clothes. Hard and horny and frustrated by his own urges, Stiles jumped onto his best friend’s bed.

 

“ Dude! ” Scott squawked, his grin stretching wider across his face. He hurriedly dragged his eraser over part of his homework while Stiles crawled towards him on hands and knees like an animal. “You made me mess up. My handwriting looks like an earthquake hit in the middle of it.”

 

“It always looks like that,” Stiles rejoined in his own defense. He knelt behind his friend, straddling Scott’s legs as he reared up. “Besides your own fault for having such a freaking scrumptious ass , dude.”

 

Scott blushed a deeper shade of red and chuckled. “You really think my butt is scrumptious?” He demurred. 

 

Stiles made grabby hands in midair. “Hell yeah, dude,” he replied, full of vigor. “Your ass is the best one I’ve ever seen!”

 

“You’re only saying that because me and my ass are right here in front of you,” Scott refuted, carefully sliding his worksheets into his psychology workbook. “I’m pretty sure you ranked my ass third in the overall Beacon Hills great butts collection.”

 

“Eh.” Stiles waved off his friend’s memory and concerns over rankings. He slipped all ten fingers under Scott’s waistband and tugged demandingly at the elastic. “Some asses in town may be bigger than yours, Scotty, but yours is still a favorite.”

 

“Convenient, you mean,” Scott rebuffed, lifting his hips off his bed. He put his mechanical pencil in his mouth and huffed a laugh through his nose as Stiles made a whole production out of yanking off his underwear. 

 

With a few muttered curses, Stiles all but ripped off his friend’s briefs and snuck a sniff of them before throwing them in a wad onto the floor. He shifted forward on his knees, his hands settling easily on Scott’s hips. “You’re making yourself sound like some kinda common whore,” he quipped. “But your sweet ass is anything but common.”

 

Pulling the pencil out of his mouth, Scott grabbed his workbook and put them both on his nightstand. “You’re such a charmer,” he said, with enough sarcasm to rival his bestie. Stiles snorted, his fingers tapping out an eager rhythm on Scott’s hips. For his part, Scott wriggled into a comfy position, grinding his half chub into his mattress as he let Stiles have his way. “Just don’t get too wild, ok? My mom’s sleeping off a double.”

 

“Cross my heart,” Stiles swore, with a proud smirk. He greedily groped his best friend’s butt cheeks, cupping them in his hands like they were his own personal stress balls. His very own plushies. He fully relished the fact that he got to do this sort of stuff now. That they did this sort of stuff together now. Thirteen year old him would’ve been doing cartwheels in excitement. Or trying to at least. 

 

Right now, though, he slid his knees backwards and laid himself flat on Scott’s bed, his best friend’s round ass perfectly and fully in view. He jiggled the cheeks like a scientist testing for elasticity. “Scotty…?”

 

Compliant, Scott sighed. “I guess we deserve a break,” he said by way of an answer. “ I do at least. I’ve already finished the reading for English this week.”

 

Stiles pouted. “When’d you do that?” 

 

“Earlier. I guess while you were busy ogling my butt,” Scott replied, cheekily shaking his ass in his best friend’s face. 

 

“You’re a freaking menace , dude,” Stiles groaned, humping his hard-on into the bed. He leaned down and nuzzled his friend’s curvy ass. He ran his nose all over the plump cheeks before dipping into the furred crack. His flushed cheeks hot against Scott’s warm, light brown skin. He sighed, “ God , you smell good.”

 

“You smell horny,” Scott rebutted. He laughed softly, his erection slowly filling out. “You have all morning.”

 

Stiles hummed in acknowledgment. Too busy scratching his cheeks and his chin over and between Scott’s perky ass cheeks like a cat marking territory to speak properly. “I guess we should’ve done this sooner,” Scott mused, mostly to himself. “Maybe then you would’ve been the one actually studying.” 

 

“Yeah, right, okay,” Stiles babbled, absently. He couldn’t get enough of his buddy’s soft faintly musky skin. His face just wasn’t big enough. His tongue darted out and he lapped at his Scott’s cheeks like they were a pair of tasty ice cream scoops. 

 

Scott moaned, giggling and squirming slightly from the ticklish feel of a tongue dragging along his skin. Then he gasped as Stiles fell face first into his sensitive crack. “ Dude ,” he murmured, burying his face in his arms. He whimpered softly, his hips bucking upwards and his ass pushing backwards as Stiles zeroed in on his rim. He shook his ass while Stiles munched on his hole and both teens moaned, humping their hard cocks into the mattress as they fooled around instead of studying. 

 

In the end, Operation: Sleepover Study Session was partially a wash. 

Chapter 2: Jackson and his dog

Summary:

Jackson comes home to an almost empty house. Luckily for him though his Great Dane, Buddy is there, happy to see him and raring to go.

Buddy met him at the door. Tail wagging a million miles per hour, his long tongue lolling out of his mouth. He practically vibrated off the floor, his paws leaving the hardwood as he bounced and bobbed in excitement. No one else was home. His parents were still out. Wherever they were.

 

Locking the door, Jackson scritched his Great Dane behind his ear then below his jaw. “Yeah, I’m home,” he said, his balls tingling at the brush of fur against his palms. Buddy barked hello and then leapt, stretching to his full height. He pinned Jackson back into the door under his hefty weight. Jackson grunted, his dog’s front paws clawing at his shoulders as Buddy suddenly loomed over him. 

 

Jackson held his dog’s torso steady between his hands and gasped as Buddy’s sandpaper tongue lapped at his mouth and chin. “ Buddy ,” he whined, opening his lips wider. His dog’s tongue swept against his own and Jackson moaned, shivering down to his toes. His cock rose up fast, pulsing with each swipe of Buddy’s warm tongue in his mouth until he was fully tenting his nylon gym shorts. His cheeks burned red.

 

When people asked him who his first kiss was, Jackson always lied and said it was Lydia. She was after all his first actual girlfriend, which made it so convincing. And in a way it was the truth. She had been his first kiss. His first human kiss. But really Buddy had been there first. Buddy had always been there first. 

 

His eyes falling shut, Jackson ran his fingers through Buddy’s velvety, smoky gray-black fur on his back while sucking on his wide tongue. Buddy was an enthusiastic kisser and yipped eagerly in his owner’s face. “Down, Buddy,” Jackson said, trying to sound authoritative. “Let’s go to my room.”

 

Hot, smelly dog breath ghosted over his face as Buddy snorted at him. Jackson closed his eyes again and groaned as his dog licked at his nose and then up to his forehead, searching out the remnants of his game day sweat. Jackson whined under the gentle attack and turned his head this way and that to let Buddy have his way. His cock throbbed knowing Buddy was the one really in charge.

 

Buddy stepped forward clumsily on his back paws, trying to claw his way closer. It threw him off balance and he toppled to the floor on all fours again. Jackson took the opportunity to head for the stairs. “Come on, Buddy,” he called, slipping his shorts down around his ankles before kicking them off and catching them in his hand. “Let’s go to bed,” he suggested in a low, innuendo laden voice. 

 

His dog didn’t need anymore coaxing. Claws scrambled at the hardwood floors as Buddy rushed to catch up. Jackson jogged up the stairs, letting his bare ass sway with every step. Nobody, not even Buddy, could resist his perfect, naked ass. Jackson shivered with chills as his dog’s tongue flicked along the curve of his ass or the ticklish spots just above his ankles. Jackson stayed rock hard the entire way to his bedroom. 

 

Once safely inside, with his own door locked, Jackson climbed into bed and bent over, wiggling his upturned ass in the air like the bitch he was. “Come on,” he cooed, reaching backwards to pry his plush, smooth cheeks apart. “Eat my pussy, Buddy.”

 

After all these years, Buddy didn’t need any more guidance than that from his human. With aplomb, Buddy lapped at the crack of Jackson’s pale, lily white ass. Jackson moaned. His eyes rolled back every time Buddy’s tongue or cold, wet nose dipped inside his hot, hairless hole. His bussy was needy tonight after the hours long ride home from the away game. 

 

Not wanting to wait any longer, Jackson reached for the bottle of watered down coconut oil he put under his pillow that morning. Coconut was Buddy’s favorite. He drizzled some onto his fingers and then did his best to coat his hole with as much of the stuff as he could while Buddy lapped it up. 

 

Jackson flushed pink as he fought this losing battle and ultimately upended the bottle over his crack and let it flood past his hole all the way to his ball sack to distract his puppy. He pressed the rim of the bottle just into his tight bussy and let the diluted oil coat his sensitive insides, getting his homemade lube exactly where he needed it. 

 

Buddy nuzzled at his balls, his tongue flicking against the backs and sides of those tight, shaved orbs. Jackson groaned. He could hear the rapid swish of Buddy’s tail whipping along the floor and he hastily twisted the lid back onto the bottle of oil. He let it roll away from him on the bed and reached around again to pull his thick cheeks apart. He arched his back at a sharper angle, raising his ass into the air a bit higher. “Up, Buddy,” he begged. “ Upssies .”

 

The Great Dane knew his commands well. He crawled up into his owner’s bed and sniffed at the offered cunt, his wet nose dragging against Jackson’s overheated skin. He straddled his human, stepping around Jackson’s back, his large cock reddish brown and fully unsheathed, poking at his owner’s backside. Jackson took Buddy in hand and guided him the rest of the way as usual, slipping the flared head of his dog’s cock into his asshole. “Mount!”

 

Buddy slid home in one harsh shove. Jackson whimpered loudly, tears stinging his eyes. He snatched his pillow and crumpled it in his arms, biting into it to muffle his moans and sobs. Buddy rammed him hard, his claws digging gouges into Jackson’s hips. 

 

It went on long enough that Jackson got hard again, his cock dangling between his legs as he got pounded by his Great Dane. He reached down with one hand and used the pads of his fingers to rub the head of his cock like a girl with a clit, relishing in his mind the idea of being bred by his pedigreed pup. He didn’t come though until Buddy finally forced his knot in deep. The pressure against Jackson’s prostate enough to slam him over the edge. 

 

Jackson ruined his sheets while Buddy pumped him full of watery come. He turned his head and groaned, panting and red from the tips of his ears down to his chest. Buddy lapped at the fresh sweat beading at his hairline and Jackson clutched at his wonderful puppy, petting him weakly as he came down from his intense and well deserved orgasm. 

 

Leading his team to a 4-and-0 lockout was good, but getting bred by his Buddy was even better. 

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Requests Are Open