“Never have I ever…”—Lydia dragged her words and looked around, choosing her victims carefully as she had done for the last 10 minutes—“... traveled more than 10 miles for a booty call.”
Stiles sighed and picked up the bottle of vodka in the middle of the circle. This was the third time in a row he had to take a shot. Malia smiled, knowing that even if Derek were here, Stiles would still be the only one getting absolutely hammered.
“You know, maybe playing this with a bunch of supernatural creatures was not the best idea,” he remarked. Not drunk yet, but clearly buzzed.
“I’m still human-ish,” added Lydia.
“You can hold your liquor better than Scott. That’s not looking well for me.”
Scott immediately straightened up. “Hey, that was one time!”
“One time more than most werewolves ever throw up while drinking,” mocked Malia.
When he pouted, both Stiles and Lydia cracked up, all the while Kira was looking at him curiously. “What did you even drink?” she asked.
“Wolfsbane infused everclear.”
Lydia scrunched her nose in disgust. Malia mirrored her expression and turned to Scott, “how are you alive?”
Stiles, clearly done with this conversation, raised his voice and said, “never have I ever been stabbed.”
Malia turned to him, eyebrow raised. “Not even when you were possessed?”
“Does anyone remember if I was stabbed while I was possessed?” he asked the group. As per usual, they weren’t very helpful enough for his liking. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Really?”
Lydia grinned, malice evident in the gesture. “I think you should take a shot anyway. Just to be safe.”
“Oh, fuck off.”
He took a big swig directly from the bottle and passed it to Scott, who drank as well then passed it to Malia. After drinking from it, Malia stopped for a second, holding the bottle in front of Lydia. “Is Lydia the only one who’s never been stabbed?”
“I haven’t,” said Kira.
“Swords count, babe,” Malia replied, winking.
Kira sighed and grabbed the bottle from Malia, her fingers brushing against Malia’s. Not for the first time, she wondered what she had done to deserve so much love from the people around her. She loved them endlessly and, not for the first time, she found herself wishing she could freeze that moment to be able to look at it whenever the darkness hit again.
She was brought back to the moment when Kira said, a smirk on her face, “never have I ever fucked Derek Hale.”
Scott and Lydia burst out laughing, while Malia’s smile grew wider on her face.
“I don’t think I wanna play anymore,” said Stiles, taking the bottle from Kira.
“Last shot, then we play something else?” said Lydia, in that tone that makes people do anything for her. And because Stiles was just as whipped as everyone else in the pack, he took the shot.
“Oof, alright then.” Stiles shook his head, as if that would clear it immediately. “It’s my turn to choose a game. Truth or dare. Classic. Safe for humans. Nothing can go wrong.”
Lydia rolled her eyes. “Okay. Truth or dare, Stiles?”
“Truth.”
“Who gives better head, Derek or Scott?”
Stiles looked around them, realizing he walked right into that one. “Why am I the victim of all the sex questions?”
“Answer the question, Stiles!” heckled Malia.
“Yeah, Stiles. Come on,” Kira said.
“I can’t choose, okay?” Stiles said. “Dare, I guess.”
Lydia didn’t skip a beat. “I dare you to tell us who gives better head.”
“Fine. Derek, okay? Sorry, Scott. I love you, but you’re better at distracting me with handjobs while I’m trying to study if that makes you feel any better.”
Lydia had a malicious smile on her face. “Was that so hard?”
Stiles made a face at her and said, “Lydia, truth or dare?”
“I dare you to give me a dare that bothers me in the slightest.”
“Jump in the koi pond. Naked.”
Malia loved the way things were escalating here. She carefully watched Lydia’s face for a reaction, but there wasn’t any.
“There are fish in the pond, Stiles.” Her voice was level and calm.
The corner of Stiles’ mouth curved upward, triumphant.
“It’s dirty.”
His smirk lit up. “Are you saying you’re bothered by the idea of jumping into the koi pond?”
They held each other’s eyes for almost a minute. No one moved in the backyard, not even Stiles, whose fidgeting was prone to come out in the most inappropriate moments. Then, just as Malia was about to ask them to do something, Lydia stood up and unbuttoned her blouse, slowly, looking directly at Stiles. Her skirt followed, falling gracefully to the floor. She kicked her shoes off and reached back to unhook her bra. Malia almost offered to help, but whatever staredown Stiles and Lydia were having was too entertaining to intervene. Finally, she dropped her panties and kicked them in Stiles’ direction, who caught them in a show of gracefulness unseen before in him.
“I told you. I dare you to find something that bothers me in the slightest.”
Then she shrugged and walked to the pond. She stepped inside carefully, minding the sharp rocks in the border, then kept going until she was waist-deep into the pool. She turned around to face them, her beautiful skin almost sparkling under the moonlight. Before stepping outside, she submerged her whole body under the water, coming up for air a couple of seconds later, hair covered in algae.
Malia didn’t know how long she stared at Lydia’s body under the moonlight, but she was distracted enough that she missed part of the conversation around her until Kira said, “is the algae– glowing?”
Sure enough, when Malia paid attention to Lydia’s hair, she noticed a faint, pale blue glow that continued all the way to her shoulders, her breasts and her stomach. Blue light seemed to pool around her, bathing her body in a ghostly glow that made her look like the supernatural creature she was.
“Stiles, I dare you to jump in the water!” she called.
“Babe, are you aware that your koi pond is literally glowing?” Scott asked.
“Duh, I’m jostling the water where the algae are suspended? Did no one pay attention in high school biology class?”
“Isn’t glowing algae dangerous to humans?” Kira asked Stiles.
Lydia answered from the water. “Are we or are we not jumping into the pool after this?”
Stiles shook his head, as if a decision had been made during the exchange, and immediately started stripping. “Let’s get this over with.”
Less than a minute later, he was in the water as well, shaking as he walked to Lydia. “Oh, motherfuck. This is fucking cold, Lydia!”
“Don’t mess with me like this again then,” she replied, splashing water in his direction.
Malia watched them play, enthralled with the way Stiles’ firm muscles moved when picking up Lydia, the way Lydia laughed out loud, happy and carefree, and she desperately wanted to be a part of that.
“Just go,” said Kira, elbowing her.
Malia didn’t waste another second, taking off her t-shirt and shorts as fast as she could, then she walked to the edge of the pond and kicked her shoes off. “Will you let me in or what?”
Stiles looked up at her, smiling widely. Lydia reached her hand out towards Malia, her smile mirroring Stiles’. Malia took Lydia’s hand and carefully stepped into the pond, avoiding the pointy rocks by the edge.
Lydia’s body was unusually warm for someone who had been in the cold water for a few minutes already, it almost felt feverish.
“Are you okay?” Malia asked. “You feel hot.”
“She is hot,” Stiles replied, kissing Lydia’s shoulder.
Malia rolled her eyes. She already knew that.
“You know what I mean, dumbass.”
Lydia looked up at the sky, seemingly entranced by the stars and the moon. After a while, she looked around the backyard, as if looking for someone. “God, I’m really, really horny right now. Do you guys think my neighbors are watching from their window?”
Malia turned around and did a quick scan of the backyard. She couldn’t see anyone snooping, but she’d never been the one with the best spatial awareness.
“Does it matter?” Stiles asked, pupils blown wide, as if he were high.
“God, you’re right,” Lydia reached up and pulled him closer, bringing him in for a kiss. They kissed for what seemed to be hours as the bright blue algae pooled around them, the water swaying slightly.
Malia touched the blue little specks then, trying to grab some of the slimy substance in between her fingers, but it slipped between them every time she tried. She was ready to say something about it, about how the texture didn’t feel right, the temperature of the algae didn’t make sense with the temperature of the water —not that she knew how algae was supposed to feel, it just felt wrong for the shifter inside of her—, but a wave of dizziness hit her and made her stumble.
She looked at her partners, heat pooled in her stomach, a surge of desire so intense that threatened to break her in two: Lydia with her strawberry blonde hair shining in hues of blue, her pale skin glowing; Stiles’ hands running down the Lydia’s sides to get lost under the surface, tracing who knows what patterns on her skin. They looked ethereal under the moonlight, surrounded by the faint glow of the pond, an image she would surely touch herself to some day.
She needed to get her hands on them immediately, to carve a space between them, to become part of that exchange of electricity that raised the hairs of the back of her arms. Malia wanted to touch, to lick, to bite, to scratch, to mark, mark, mark them until they became more herself than she could ever be.
Heat rose to her face at the intensity of the thoughts crossing her mind, suddenly shy at the idea that someone could read on her face that she was more turned on than she’d ever been. Malia was so lost in her thoughts that when something caressed her leg under the water, she started and almost slipped, only her werewolf reflexes keeping her on her feet.
Despite being clearly occupied with something else, both Stiles and Lydia turned to her. “Are you okay?” Lydia asked.
She felt her entire world tilt sideways, a tingling sensation rising from her toes to the top of her head, her muscles relaxing under her skin as she realized she wasn’t in danger. “I don’t know,” was Malia’s honest answer.
Stiles’ immediately went into overdrive. “Do you need to get out of here? Is it too cold? Are we making you uncomfortable? Is there something in the water?”
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Lydia smoothing down her hair, frowning at the sticky blue substance clinging to the strands. Malia thought she could hear the water whisper something, but she knew how ridiculous that sounded. Stiles reached out to touch her but didn’t just yet. Malia’s heart beat faster, full of love, full of want. “Why do I feel like this is my first real full moon as a shifter and I’m about to lose control?”
“What do you mean?” asked Lydia. “You don’t look like you’re about to tear us to shreds.”
“Not like that.”
Then, she closed the distance between her and Lydia, guiding her face towards hers and leaning down to kiss her. Lydia’s mouth immediately opened up to her, the taste of her lipstick still on her mouth even after kissing Stiles. She heard the man behind them sputter, he usually did whenever two of his partners kissed, as if he’d never seen them kiss before.
“God, you’re so damn hot,” Malia heard behind her, a hand running up and down her arm, Stiles’ long fingers drawing circles on her skin. She felt his lips kissing her shoulder, just as Lydia decided to kiss her neck.
Once again, she heard a whisper come from the dark, but couldn’t identify where it was coming from since Lydia’s deft fingers were slowly making their way down, her middle finger sliding between her folds until she found Malia’s clit and pressed down, sending a jolt of energy up and down her body.
“You look so pretty for us,” Lydia said, mumbling the words against the side of her neck. “So loose and wild. Barely keeping that control. Right, Stiles?”
“Oh, I want to get inside that pretty ass of yours,” he said, voice raspy.
Malia jumped in her skin when two fingers squeezed her nipple, just as Lydia’s pressed on her clit. The moan that escaped her throat was deep, almost desperate and Stiles smiled against her skin. “What do you want, babe?” he asked.
She couldn’t articulate her thoughts clearly, but she knew she wanted, she needed more: whatever they wanted, however they wanted it. “More,” she whined.
Lydia took a step back and Malia missed her immediately. All she wanted was to merge with them, to become one with all of their nerve endings, to occupy the same space and never miss them like this again. Then Lydia took her hand and guided her to the edge of the pond, Stiles following behind them as if he had a direct line to Lydia’s brain.
Maybe he did, since he immediately realized she wanted to sit on the rocks and helped her up, stealing a deep kiss in the way. Instead of feeling cold without their presence, seeing them made her feel that same joy it always sparked in her and all she could think was they’re mine. Stiles turned to her then, his skin glowing like Lydia’s. They made such a pretty pair, it was almost painful to look at, when she noticed she was glowing too, her hands a bright shade of blue that seemed to move on its own.
Because she didn’t want to be apart from them anymore, she stepped into their bubble and let herself be wrapped by their light. Lydia reached out a hand to garb hers and brought it to her mouth, sucking on her fingers as if she was sucking a cock, her head bobbing up and down the length of her fingers, lighting up her nerve endings on fire.
Behind her, Stiles ran his hand down her back, slightly pushing her down to make her lean forward, grabbing her asschecks and spreading them apart. Once again, Malia felt something touch her leg, but there was no time to react to that because Stiles put his tongue in her ass. She almost lost her balance, but she quickly grabbed Lydia’s thigh, nails biting into her skin, which made her girlfriend moan around Malia’s fingers, still in her mouth.
Stiles was delicate but firm, working at her hole until she relaxed and his tongue fucked into her ass roughly, occasionally adding a digit in to spice things up. It was a good rhythm, but it was not enough for Malia, whose head was starting to wander.
As if she could read minds, Lydia let go of Malia’s fingers and used her soft, glowing hands to guide her head in between her thighs and said, “why don’t you show me what that pretty mouth can do?”
Her cheeks burned, but Malia did as she was told. She kissed the inside of Lydia’s thighs, slowly moving up until her nose was buried in her pubes, inhaling the smell of her body mixed with the pond water. It wasn’t bad, but it was strange, alien, like it didn’t belong to Lydia and yet, it made her irresistible. There wasn’t a molecule in her body that didn’t want her then.
Lydia moaned and Malia had a second to enjoy the sound of her girlfriend’s pleasure when two fingers were entering from behind, slimy and hot, but Malia didn’t have the luxury of feeling weirded out because it tingled her insides, lighting her on fire as Stiles scissored her hole. Lydia pushed her pussy to Malia’s mouth, chasing her pleasure, so she went back to lapping up her cunt, running paths through her folds, narrowly avoiding her clit, until Lydia could no longer stand the teasing.
“Maybe you can’t handle all of this,” she taunted.
Malia laughed, her lips brushing against her clit. “Now who’s gonna be a good girl and behave?”
In retrospect, she should’ve known that Lydia and Stiles’ weird telepathy went as far as to communicate during sex too. Next thing she knew, Stiles spanked her, making her body tremble.
“Be respectful,” he said.
“Whipped,” Malia mumbled.
After a second, two more slaps fell on her asscheeks. So he was waiting for Lydia to call the shots. She would make him come so quickly.
Lydia looked down at Malia, one eyebrow raised. “Sorry, can I go back to what I was doing?” Malia asked.
“That’s more like it,” Stiles said from behind.
“I don’t know, can you?” Lydia mocked.
“May I, please?” Heat rose to Malia’s cheeks at the mild humiliation. She felt her pussy throb at the idea of being humiliated further. Maybe another day.
“Hmm, what do you think Stiles?”
“Can we skip to the part where I can fuck into her before I bust directly on the goddamn koi?”
Lydia laughed and waved her hand, lying back down with both arms folded behind her head. Malia immediately went back down, starving for more, more, more, unsure if there was enough sex in the world to satiate her right now.
Luckily for her, she didn’t have to wonder much, as Stiles chose that precise moment to enter her cunt, slowly inching inside until he was fully seated. “Shit. Fuck. Goddamn,” he said.
Lydia’s new bout of laughter almost distracted Malia, but there was no distracting herself from the thick cock sitting inside of her nor the pussy two inches away from her lips. She inhaled, involuntarily holding her breath, and went to town on Lydia, drawing more and more moans from her the closer she got to her clit. When she pressed her tongue flat over it, Lydia gasped, “yeah, there, there, baby, you’re so good.”
Malia’s insides turned into goo, as they used to when Lydia praised her.
“You’re being such a good girl,” Stiles said, one of his hands going up her back to grab her hair, pulling her head back slightly. Lydia, in her infinite knowledge of everything, rearranged her legs to raise her ass slightly and keep it within Malia’s reach. Still, Malia changed her approach and decided to use her thumb to circle Lydia’s sensitive spot, making her tremble. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
“Stiles, don’t you dare come before me.” Malia could barely hear Lydia’s words when the heartbeat in her ears was so loud, electricity coursing through her as she felt Lydia’s body toss under her hands.
“Fuck.”
“Malia, you’re being so good, right there, right there,” she moaned. “Yes, that’s my good girl.”
Malia preened. She was her good girl. She would show Lydia how good she could be.
Without moving her head from Stiles' grab, she pulled Lydia closer until the other woman wrapped her legs around her shoulders, laying on her back as close to the edge as she could be before falling down. Her fingers easily slid inside of Lydia, whose wet cunt glowed with the same blue hue everything around them had by now.
“Goddamn, you’re hot, girls,” Stiles said, fucking harder into Malia.
The air crackled with electricity, the sound of Stiles’ hips hitting Malia’s ass and Lydia’s moaning the only thing that broke the stillness around them. Lydia mumbled something that seemed to be directed at Stiles, then half of her body went still as her legs still shook on top of Malia’s shoulders.
Stiles took that as a sign, snapping harder into Malia, who noticed just then how close she was with the way Stiles kept hitting that sweet spot inside of her. It built something warm and feral inside of her. She pushed back, meeting Stiles’ thrusts, until she established a rhythm that made every thrust a score for her.
“I’m gonna come, babygirl,” Stiles said.
Malia straightened, untangling Lydia’s legs from her neck, rearranging herself to learn against the higher wall. “Not yet, Stiles.”
“You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“You’ll wish.”
Stiles changed the angle and thrusted deep into her, hitting far enough that Malia thought she would split in two. He repeated the action until Malia’s body was shaking, barely holding itself against the wall. “Still want me to keep going?” he asked.
“I want you– to wreck me,” she replied.
Stiles grabbed her hair and pushed her head against the wall, forcing her to stay down. All of Malia’s instincts told her to run and yet, she’d never felt as turned on as then. He bit down her neck, drawing an animalistic moan out of her, then pushed inside of her again, drawing back out slowly, then hitting back inside.
She was a mumbling mess not long after, completely out of it as she got pounded. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lydia touching herself, the idea that she was getting off on watching them enough to drive her to the edge.
“Come for me, Malia,” Stiles whispered in her ear. “Let go.”
It was as if something snapped inside of her. An immense wave of white pleasure surged through her, a high so intense that her legs gave out under her for a moment, but Stiles was there to catch her without missing a beat.
Once she was firmly back on her feet, she turned to him, checking if he was alright.
“Malia, babe, you look so hot when you look all fucked out.”
“Did I do well?” she found herself asking, voice hoarse.
Stiles signaled at Lydia with his head. “Lydia, did Malia do well?”
“I don’t know, hmm.” She sat up, pretending to think it over. “Maybe I’m gonna need a reenactment.”
Malia’s cheeks felt hot again. She didn’t have time to feel embarrassed for that as she heard steps coming in their direction. “Shit,” she said.
Lydia frowned, but her face changed as she saw someone approaching from behind Malia.
“Are you guys seriously in the pond right now?” Kira interrupted. “You do know there’s real fish in there?”
Malia smiled.
“Kira, I dare you to jump in the pond.”