Untitled fic (1k, M, Allison/Scott/Stiles)
This can be read as some sort of sequel to Sunk, but really? It’s just porn.
Their first time is… chaotic. Not a disaster, okay? Allison knows disasters, had Johnny Wilson (aka Braceface Johnny) try to go down on her once in San Fran when they were going out. That had been kind of a disaster (not that anything had happened, they’d just gotten sort of freaked out about it and after calming down they’d decided to just watch a movie instead). This is just messy. Just a tangle of limbs and snickers when Scott and Stiles keep accidentally (and then not so accidentally because sometimes Allison thinks they are still ten year old kids) tickling the insides of each other’s knees.
They are on her bed, because it’s the only one big enough to host the three of them somewhat comfortably, since she’s tall and leggy, like a runway model (Stiles’ words) and Stiles is miles and miles of uncoordinated flailing limbs (Stiles’ words) and Scott is nicely filled out and… uh, proportionate. Very nicely proportionate. All over. (Also Stiles’ words.)