"i don't know what kind of losers you've been with, but i'm not about to get off to some middle school level action, okay?"
"care to be proven wrong?"
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cw: dry humping, heavy making out, teasing, alcohol consumption (so ig kinda dubcon but them being drunk is not the focus of this at all), starts kinda cocky!peter and then sub!peter comes out 😈
blond frat!peter makes me feral!!!! happy first day of kinktober sluts!!!
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"ugh, that's disgusting! they're literally getting off ten feet from us, hello?!" gwen yelled over the music, beer sloshing from the solo cup in her hand as she stumbled over to where you and the rest of your friends were sitting.
you looked to where she was pointing, noticing a girl you'd seen in passing on one of the brothers' laps — going to fucking town. to say they were dry humping was an understatement, and you weren't sure if either of them knew which was their own tongue anymore.
you shook your head with a chuckle, taking a sip from your own cup. "wouldn't be the first time i've seen someone cum at a frat party. you guys are fucking freaks."
gwen shared a knowing laugh with you as peter whipped his head towards you, a mixture between a frown and bewilderment sloppily lacing his features.
"what the hell are you on about?"
"come on, you remember last year when-"
"no, no i remember vividly, please don't remind me," peter sat up taller, scooting closer on the couch and looking down at you. "them, over there. they're just making out, that is nothing like last year."
you rolled your eyes at him, chugging the rest of the beer in your hands and setting your cup to the side. "yeah, but look at her hips. no way he's lasting much longer at that speed."
"oh whatever, like anyone's ever cum from a little dry humping." peter took a sip of his drink and cringed slightly as he watched the couple continue.
you rose to sit up higher, crossing your arms and matching the defensive energy he was putting up. "there's no way you're serious right now, parker."
"what?" he met you with a shrug, looking to gwen for backup. she held her hands up and walked away, not looking to get involved in the argument.
"you may be cocky, but you're not that stupid, right? i'm pretty sure anyone could finish from that. i don't even know how she hasn't cramped yet." you looked towards the couple who hadn't slowed once. it made you wince, the ghost ache in your hips.
"i don't know what kind of losers you've been with, but i'm not about to get off to some middle school level action, okay?" it was said playfully, but you couldn't help but feel like rising to a challenge that wasn't even proposed.
"fine then. let's go upstairs, parker."
you watched peter's eyes widen, his cocky and egotistical resolve cracking for a moment. he regained it quickly, though, leaning dangerously close towards you.
"what, think you're so special over here? got some moves you think i haven't seen before?"
you gave him a smirk and watched as the crack in his demeanor expanded just slightly. "maybe you just don't know what you're in for."
peter's lips mirrored yours as his eyes fixated on the words that fell from them. it had been months of this cat-and-mouse game with you, a flirtatious, more than friendship that was aching to go somewhere. peter didn't know where that somewhere was, but he was hoping tonight might give him an idea.
he didn't say another word as he grabbed your hand as led you up the stairs to his room, shaking his head in dismissal at the hoots and hollers from the other frat brothers. if they only knew.
he opened the door and rushed you inside, mentally face-palming at just how eager he was. you hadn't even touched him yet, and he was painfully hard — something that was not helping his case.
he regained his composure, strutting to his bed before falling back on it and leaning against the headboard. peter intertwined his hands behind his head, his soft blond hair messy on his forehead as he stared at you with wild and amused eyes.
"well? i'm clearly waiting."
you rolled your eyes as you sauntered towards him, the look in your eyes sure to give off your nefarious intentions.
you let a playful smile dance on your lips as you crawled towards him on the bed, ensuring your shirt had gaped just enough to give him a view. you celebrated the reward of watching his adam's apple bob hesitantly in his throat, his eyes lingering all across your body. the build up was part of it — that was your entire point. that build-up could be sexy and enough on its own when done right.
you finally reached peter's lap and swung a leg over, carefully planting yourself down onto him. it wasn't intentional that you were in a short, loose skirt, but it was a serendipitous aid in your argument right now.
you lifted slightly to readjust, to position yourself precisely along the outline of peter's impressive bulge through his slacks. the minor movement alone was enough to elicit an involuntary hiss to fall sharply from his lips, a blush accompanying the betraying noise.
peter shook his head as he laughed, his hands snaking their way to the curves of your hips with a soft squeeze. "whatever. i said i wouldn't cum, i never said i wouldn't like it."
you flashed him a smile as you placed your hands on his chest, taking the opportunity to soak in just how good he looked tonight. you didn't know what was in the air that made tonight different, but all the times you'd dreamed of tugging at that bleached-blond hair had left you hungry, and tonight you weren't backing down.
you rolled your hips forward slowly, testing the waters as you watched the way his face contorted in pleasure. peter's hands tightened on your hips, and a deep growl echoed in his chest. you gave him a smirk as you did it again, and you decided to leap right into the deep end.
your lips were quick to attack the open space on his neck, his warm skin in between your teeth as you began to set a slow but firm pace with your hips. it wasn't long before peter was helping you, his hands dragging you along him as he fought the urge to buck up into you.
"s-shit. that's good."
you kissed the love bites left behind on his neck and trailed your way up to his cheeks, meeting his eyes as you picked up your pace.
"yeah, pete? sure it doesn't feel a little too good?" you teased, hands making their way up to the only place they've wanted to be since you met him.
the moan in his throat cut off the weak "no" peter had prepared as you tangled your fingers in his locks, tugging harshly and whipping his head backwards. you never lost pace as you did so, sloppily kissing your way around his exposed neck. your fingers stayed in his hair, scratching at his scalp and tugging the loose curls, and peter parker was officially putty in your hands.
you thought the moment the two of you finally collided, peter would be the one in control. he'd be the one narrating the scene, controlling your body with the strings of a marionette. what an insatiable discovery it was to be wrong.
peter was so much more vocal than you'd anticipated, whines and groans echoing throughout his room so loud he was drowning out the speaker blaring trashy music downstairs. now, there was a new symphony in your ears, and you couldn't get enough of it.
your hips kept in rhythm with what he gave you through song, a dance only the two of you could've known.
"f-fuck, baby. i didn't know it could feel like this." peter groaned into your ear, his head fully resting on your shoulder now as your pace got him breathless.
peter had lost all self-control, all sense of humility as he tried to match your pace and chase you with his hips. through the thin material of his pants, he could feel your wetness spreading across the fabric, the slick only adding to the friction against his painfully hard cock.
"please," he whimpered, barely audible as the once cocky, egocentric peter parker was wrapped around your finger. "kiss me."
your hips stuttered for a moment, the intimate request taking you aback. you weren't shy, clearly, but the genuine tone behind his innocent plea shook something in your core.
you kissed him for the first time, unable to shut out the fireworks in your stomach as his needy lips nipped at yours, his tongue fighting not for dominance, but out of necessity.
you had lost yourself before remembering your place, determination to prove a point outweighing months of pent-up feelings. you resumed the movement of your hips, hard and fast as you continued to consume his plump lips.
peter groaned into the kiss, hips twitching underneath you. "fuck, s'too much."
you tugged his head up by his hair, forcing eye contact with him as you held the brutal tempo of the song peter was losing track of. he'd started it, and you were determined to finish it.
"what was that, baby?" you teased, slowing your hips momentarily.
"fuck, don't stop. please, need you." he begged.
begged. peter parker was begging you to let him finish. never had you thought you'd see the day.
"admit it," you growled, grinding harshly but ever so slowly against him. "admit that you can cum from just this first."
peter was a shade of desperation you'd never seen before, need hanging from his every expression.
"please, baby. i'm sorry, i was wrong," he thrusted up into you, holding your hips down firmly against the movement.
the strength he had came out of nowhere, lanky peter parker holding you firmly in place as he continued to rut up into you, eyes pinched shut in pleasure.
"you can make me cum just like this, please. please, let me. let me cum, please."
you can. it was possessive, in a way you hadn't expected from peter. he was at your complete mercy, and the thought alone was enough to push you over the edge.
"peter, cum for me, god please." you moaned as you tried your best to move in his grasp, trembling in his grasp as you came undone yourself.
watching you fall apart on top of him was exactly what did it for peter, the sight releasing a dam holding on by a singular thread. he gave one more sharp thrust as he came, a strangled groan leaving his throat as he felt his cock twitch violently against the soft fabric of his briefs.
warmth flooded underneath you as you soaked your own underwear, leaking onto his slacks and bleeding with the mess left behind by hs own leaking cock.
you were both left breathless as you collapsed on top his chest, heavy panting echoing throughout his room.
peter choked out a chuckle as he reached his arms around you, wrapping you in a tight hug. it was genuine, and the same butterflies from the kiss earlier came back with a vengeance.
you looked up at him, his laughter contagious. "what's up with you?"
"i've just never been so happy to be proven wrong."
Warnings : angst, kissing, some swears, jealous stiles, mentions of sex, use of YN (your name), underage drinking
Summary: you and stiles are best friends, or so you thought.
Your walking out of school at the end of the day with Lydia, she’s talking about one of the twins that she had been having sex with recently “honestly I think it’s the best sex I’ve ever had” she says face in full seriousness, you just laugh at her remarks about this boy until someone shouts your name “Yn wait” you turn around to see stiles running towards you almost tripping over his own feet as per usual “hey stiles what’s up” you say as he’s catching his breathe “are you coming to the party tonight, everyone from school is going it’s at 7?” Before you could get a word in, Lydia chimes in “of course she will be there” she says with a smug grin on her face.
Lydia knew how much you liked stiles even though you have never admitted it to anyone, “okay I’ll see you guys tonight” stiles says before walking away to his car, you turn to face Lydia “really?” You say unimpressed “yes it’s your chance, and you can come to my house to get ready” you sigh with a little smirk “fine but we are having a drink before” you say giggling “trust me that was the plan” you both walk to your cars giggling about your plans for tonight
It’s currently 6pm and your making your way to Lydia’s house to get ready, your extremely nervous but your unsure why, you and stiles had been to so many parties together what is so different about this one? You pull into Lydia’s drive way and walk into her house and up to her room “hey, I’ve got the mixers” you say pulling a bottle of lemonade out of your bag “and I have the vodka” Lydia says grabbing the alcohol and pouring you both a drink “so what are you wearing” Lydia asks, you take your coat of revealing a thigh high, black dress that may be abit revealing but your hoping to turn some heads tonight, but your only focusing on one, Lydia’s chipper enthusiasm distracts you from your thoughts “ooo girl you look AMAZING” you giggle “well so do you” you guys finish your drinks and get ready.
You’re on the way to the party and you get a message from stiles <hey are you here yet?> you reply back <not yet I’m 5 mins away> and shut your phone off and continue chatting with Lydia. You guys get to the house and see stiles stood outside waiting for you and Lydia walks in seeing the twin “hey stiles” he turns toward you a smile quickly rising on his face “hey yn you look amazing” he says looking you up and down gaze lingering for a second longer than normal “why thank you, let’s go inside it’s freezing” you says as you walk in together, you feel his hand on your lower back guiding you through the crowd to the kitchen to get a drink “what drink would you like?” Stiles says turning toward face you “um, a vodka lemonade is good” you say smiling as he pours your drink and hands it you “thank you” he smiles at you “do you mind if I go find Scott I think he’s here somewhere I’ll be right back” he says looking around for him “yeah that’s okay I’ll wait here” you say smiling “okay I’ll be right back I promise” he says walking away really fast.
Your stood in the kitchen drinking your drink, it had been 15 minutes and stiles still hadn’t come back, you were about to go find him until you accidentally bump into someone “watch out gorgeous” you look up and see this tall, brunette, honestly good looking dude “I’m really sorry” you say awkwardly smiling at him “don’t worry about it, what’s your name?” He says giving you a smirk “Yn how about you?” You say smiling as he takes a step toward you and brushes your arm “I’m max, who are you here with beautiful?” Your about to answer until you feel someone grab your wrist “she’s here with me, let’s go yn” you turn around and see stiles and he looks angry, he didn’t even look at you he stared at the guy then guided you out of the house “what the fuck stiles I was talking to him” you say not angry but voice raised “I don’t care, your not here with him” he says while looking mad “yeah well you left me and he came to talk to me what’s the problem?” You say getting angry at his response “the problem is how close he was standing and how he was touching your arm” you turn toward him in disbelief, why would he care? He doesn’t see me that way “why do you care if he was touching me stiles” you say getting impatient for his response but nothing he just stared at you “are you gunna say anything or just stare at me” you say waiting angrily fiddling with your ring “I don’t know your my best friend, but I just- I can’t yn” he says turning away from you his body shifting from angry “why not stiles? I’ve been in love with you for so long and I need to know if you feel the same way can you please just be honest with me” you say tears forming in your eyes, and your voice cracking ever so slightly “yn I- I can’t” you face him and grabbing his arm to turn his body toward you, he looks at you his eyes soft and gentle “Stiles just fucking admit it” before he could say anything he kisses you, not hard and messy but deep and sincere just like him, you pull away head spinning and look at him “yn I love you so much I’m sorry for behaving like an idiot” he says tears in his eyes, you look at him and laugh “it’s okay I love you, let’s go home” you say as you guys go home and binge watch movies and go back to how you always are but much happier.
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I hope you guys like this I wrote this at like 1am
You’re sitting in Tim’s lap, comfortable as can be. He’s shirtless, wearing those sweatpants you bought him after proclaiming his old ones to be dismally ‘dinghy.’ You’re wearing a soft tank top and fluffy pink pajama pants. A match made in heaven. Your head is snugly lying in the crook of his shoulder, gently nestling against him. His lips keep darting over to kiss your temple every so often as his piercing blue eyes stay glued to the movie. The Fifth Element. A classic.
Tim is significantly larger than you, so your ankles are bent at his knees, helping to keep you atop him. His hands are lightly squeezing your hips, almost absentmindedly so.
While he is contentedly focusing on the movie, or at least appears to be doing so, regardless of having seen it ten times, you physically cannot. Why? Because his wandering, large hands keep traveling to the inside of your plush thighs, squeezing there momentarily before returning back to their posts at your hips. It is probably—no, definitely— naïve to assume he doesn’t know the effect he has on you, given how perceptive he is. Yet you sit, trying to keep yourself still as you tried your hardest to concentrate on the movie.
And again, his hands wander. His thumbs gently rubbing over the insides of the tops of your thighs, inches from where you are unquestionably wet. You squirm slightly, despite yourself. He notices.
“What’s the matter, sweets?” he teases, squeezing at your hips.
“Nothing,” you lie, willing yourself to stay still. He’s had a long day at work, and you also can’t give him the satisfaction of being able to rile you up with a few touches. Really, you only care about the second part. Your ego can’t handle him having an ego bigger than the one he already has.
Speaking of big… those hands squeeze your thighs again, as if to tell you that he knows. You stop breathing.
“You sure, sweetheart?” you can feel his smirk by the side of your neck.
“Mhm,” you hum, barely audible. But he notices, as always.
“Okay,” he agrees with a featherlight press of his lips to the sweet spot on your neck. You sigh, quietly, nestling into his touch. Tim Bradford is nothing if not a man of few words, rather one who enjoys quiet action.
Suddenly, he withholds his hands, reaching for his phone. A quiet breath of disappointment leaves you. He remains unbothered behind you, checking his email. “You sure nothing’s up?”
He can hide a lot of things, but he cannot hide the smugness in his voice. “I think you know there is, officer,” you tell him, a hint of sass in your voice. He stiffens at “officer.” It’s the best way you know to break his nonchalance. He sets down his phone on the cushion next to you, his hands returning to your hips.
“Care to tell me the issue, ma’am?” Ma’am is your equivalent to officer. You would try to close your legs for friction, but it would be impossible around his large legs. He has the upper hand and he knows it.
“No sir, there’s no issue,” you say meekly, squirming as his hands squeeze— hard— at your thighs.
“If that’s the case you surely wouldn’t mind me commencing a brief search, would you, ma’am?” he asks, his fingers already grazing the waistband of your pajamas. His light touch makes you shiver.
“Not at all,” you say a little dreamily, sighing as his hands dip beneath the waistband of both your pajama pants and your underwear.
“Attagirl,” his voice is low with lust. You love when he sounds like that, a little bit of a gravelly quality to his tone. Slowly, tantalizingly slowly, his dominant right hand travels to your door, as his left rests on your thigh, thumb rubbing soothing circles against it. His hand feels cool against your skin, and it’s a delicious contrast.
He feels you squirming slightly, your legs trying to close, so he widens the way he is sitting, subsequently widening your legs. “Tim…”
“You’re needy tonight, huh?” It’s not much of a question when you both already know the answer, but a soft moan leaves your lips nonetheless as his middle and ring fingers travel over your cunt. Back and forth, they play with your wetness, lubricating your expectant hole.
He’s pavloved you— before dating him you could get yourself off on your fingers, but now? Nothing can come remotely close to the pleasure that he always delivers to you. And the most infuriating part of it all— he knows it.
“Stop teasing, Tim,” you complained, your body leaning into his touch, your brain not sentient enough to let your ankles unclasp from his legs.
“Oh come on,” he taunts in your ear. “Where’s the fun in that?” His left hand travels up, cupping your covered breasts, as his lips tantalize you. Though his position is somewhat awkward, it does not stop him from pressing intentional kisses to your sweet spot.
“Ah- Tim,” a little moan escapes you from the multiple forms of stimulation, your fuzzy brain unable to compete process.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he grunts as his fingers finally dip into your heat. You gasp, your hips trying to buck down into his touch. It’s a perfect stretch, even more so when he curls them in a ‘come hither’ motion. You barely register his growing erection against the small of your back with how good he feels. Slowly he thrusts them in, curls them, and pulls all the way out before repeating the motion. It’s torturous.
“Faster, please,” you whimpered as he begins hitting deeper, hitting the spot he knows you love.
“Since you asked so nicely…” he begins picking up the pace, hitting the deep spot inside of you and never completely pulling back before pushing back in. Both of you are thankful that the waistband of your pj pants is so loose as he continues to bring you to the precipice of your release.
It feels so, so good. You tell him as much, in between the gasps and soft moans.
“Yeah, I know baby,” he says smugly. Your head begins to loll from the pleasure, so his left hand moves up from your breast to cup your neck. You love, love, love when he does that. He doesn’t squeeze, just keeps his hand there as a reassuring presence, and good god does it turn you on all the more.
His fingers drag up to your clit, drawing small, purposeful circles against the swollen bud. You whine, leaning into his hand as he swiftly works you. It doesn’t take long before you’re soaking his fingers, crying out his name as he keeps you on a high. He continues to finger you and circle your clit until your legs are shaking, and only the does he reluctantly pull away. Your body is drooping against him, and you sigh contentedly, your eyes closing with a sweet, languid smile on your lips.
He turns you around to face him, your shaky legs straddling his lap, completely snapping you out of that sated state. You feel his rock hard erection against your core, turning you on again.
“You got one more in you, sweetheart?” he asks you, a very attractive smirk on his face.
“Only for you, Tim,” you smile happily, kissing him on the mouth.
Only for him indeed.
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A/N: if you want more Tim, check out ‘This River is Wild,’ my ongoing multi-part slow burn! Hope you enjoyed this drabble :D also, if you have an idea for another short one off like this, send it my way, I’d love to give it a look!
A/N : This is an AU where Pam marries Roy and leaves Scranton. Reader takes over her position as receptionist. This is loosely inspired off the PDA episode from Season 7. I pictured S2-S3 Jim when I wrote this.
Working a dead end office job had its perks. Very few, but there were some to name. Being able to sneakily play solitaire throughout the day. The fun albeit ridiculous parties thrown by Michael. But by far the best thing about working in reception at Dundler Mifflin was Jim Halpert.
His desk being merely a few feet away from yours gave you every opportunity to sneak glances at the handsome salesman. Out of all the hobbies you had, sneakily eye fucking Jim Halpert was your favorite one. You loved the way his arms flexed whenever he leaned back in his chair. The way his head gently tilted back, revealing his neck and small stubble. The way his floppy brown hair swooped over his forehead, perfectly framing his face. But he was Jim, and you were you.
You and Jim were complete opposites. He was a natural leader, taking charge of the office whenever Michael was out. He was charming, friendly, funny, kind, you could go on and on. He was so much, so much and you felt little in comparison.
You’d only been working at Dunder Mifflin for a few months, taking over once the previous receptionist tied the knot with a certain warehouse worker. You had kept to yourself mostly, still trying to get a read on everyone. When you first started, you’d sworn Jim was stealing glances at you, making you all the more hopeful he would come to his senses and be with you. After that, you two had become inseparable. Being partners in crime, confidantes, friends. You prayed it would turn in to something more. It was only when Phylis revealed that Jim used to harbor a crush on the previous receptionist and was mostly likely staring at you out of habit, did your hopes crush.
After that, you two rarely spoke, only when about work related things. You didn’t sit together in conference meetings anymore, silently laughing to each other at Michael’s ridiculousness. You didn’t eat lunch together anymore, letting Jim pick off your plate while he let you sip on his grape soda. It was almost like you were strangers.
So, when Michael called another needless conference meeting, you thought nothing of it. You filed into the room, following the long train of people. The seats quickly filled, leaving only one open next to him, next to Jim. You swallowed hard and quietly sat next to you, smoothing out the material of your black skirt. He offered you a polite smile.
That bastard. You thought to yourself.
You gave one back, a litter faker than his but still with nice undertones. You both looked ahead as Michael began rambling about PDA in the office. This caused Dwight to read aloud a list of everyone who had in some way done PDA in the office. He went down the long list of people, the only two names he didn’t list were yours and Jim’s.
Jim nudged your shoulder, making you turn away from the unfolding scene. He gave you a look of disbelief and shook his head in amazement, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips. You involuntarily smiled back, shaking your head along with him. So easily, you fell back into your usual rhythm with him.
He leaned over, speaking in a voice only you could hear. “Are you seeing this? Or am I dreaming?”
“Not a dream, Halpert. Unless you want me to pinch you.” you joked, moving your fingers in a pinching motion in front of his face.
He laughed and pushed your hands away gently. “Man, out of all the inappropriate things that has happened in this room, this meeting takes the cake.”
“I wouldn’t be to sure about that. From the sound of it, everyone else has done it in here already.” You joked, earning a disgusted looking face out of him.
You laughed at his stupid expression. Damn it, why is it so easy to like Jim Halpert? Why can’t he be more of a jerk?
Toby quickly ended the meeting before any more HR violations could be made. The rest of the office quickly left the room and went back to their desks. Michael and Dwight went into his office, no doubt trying to hatch some plan to fight back against PDA.
You rose from your seat next to Jim’s and smiled at him. He stood next to you, practically towering over you. He returned your smile and looked down at you softly. “I’ve missed you, Y/N. Where’ve you been?”
You felt the guilt rush into your system at the vulnerability in his face. You shrugged and honestly said to him, “I don’t know.”
He nudged your shoulder softly and gave you a more friendly smile. “Well, don’t do it again. As your superior, that’s an order.” He said, waving his finger in front of your face with fake authority.
“Aye, aye captain.” you responded, fake saluting him.
You shared a quiet laugh before following the train of people out the door, both of you returning to your respective desks.
The rest of the day was somewhat normal compared to previous. You and Jim ate together at lunch again. You didn’t realize how much you missed the taste of grape soda until you snuck a few sips from his can again. He frequently came up to reception, snacking on the candies as you two caught up with each other.
It was nearing four o’clock when he came back up to your desk. Leaning down, popping a M&M in his mouth, watching you type a memo for Michael.
“I still can’t believe it.” he said, breaking the silence.
You paused your typing and looked up into his hazel eyes. “Believe what?”
“That everyone has been getting it on in here. It’s disgusting!” He joked, popping another candy into his mouth.
You shrugged, “I don’t know, I kinda get it.”
He looked shocked and shook his head. “What do you mean? Why would anyone wanna hook up in the office?”
“Well, it’s kinda erotic. Sitting at a desk, knowing that no one else knows what you’ve done it. Well, except for you and him. I get the appeal.” you said, a blush creeping up to your cheeks.
Jim smirked and looked at you in disbelief, “Man, I didn’t know you had such a dirty side to you, Y/N.”
You leaned forward, close enough to him that you could smell his cologne fan off his skin. Newfound confidence and boldness grew in you as you spoke, “Well, there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Halpert.”
His smirk faltered for a moment, surprised at the sudden shift in the conversation. He regained it quickly, moving in closer, his lips hovering inches above yours. “You’ll have to show me sometime.”
And with that, he popped another candy in his mouth, stuck his hands in the front pockets of his slacks and walked back to his desk.
You sat there in shock for a brief moment. What the hell was that? Where did that sudden confidence come from? And was Jim seriously flirting back? Maybe you were the one dreaming. You tried shaking it off, returning to typing the memo.
Before you could get two words in, you see an IM pop up on your screen. It was from Jim. You looked over your desk to see that he looked normal, drumming his fingers against his desk as he worked. You took a breath before opening it.
Jim : You look a little red over there, something on your mind?
Your eyes reread the passage over and over, still sneaking glances at him when you could. He still sat in his chair, looking as bored as ever. Not at all like he was flirting with you over IM. You took a deep breath before replying.
Y/N : I’d bet you’d like to know.
You watched as Jim leaned forward, obviously reading the message. He looked over to you, catching you in the act of staring at him. He smirked when he saw the pink flutter back up your cheeks. You watched as he quickly typed a response, the message appearing on your desktop within seconds.
Jim : Pretend there’s something wrong with your computer.
You looked confused. What the hell does that have to do with anything? You looked over at him and he just nodded, leaning back in his chair slightly. You took a deep breath and groaned loud enough to get the attention of a couple of people.
“Damn it!” You mumbled, pretending to struggle with a loose wire behind the monitor.
Jim stood up, casually walking over. “What’s up?” He said, loud enough for others to hear.
Once they saw he was helping with whatever problem your computer was having, anyone who saw the interaction went back their work, leaving you two in silence.
“I-“ you said, trying to think of a lie.
He leaned close down and whispered a fake lie for you to say in your ear. You repeated it loudly, playing along with whatever game he was playing.
“Well, I could probably fix that for you. But I’ll need to check under your desk. Mind if I poke around down there?” He asked.
You reluctantly nodded, still having no idea what he was up to. You watched as he smirked, walking around the desk and meeting your side. He slowly sunk on the ground, his body now covered by the large desk. You looked down and watched as he settled in between your legs, no where near the computer he claimed to be fixing. You opened your mouth to ask him what the hell he was doing, but was cut off with a gasp at the feeling of his hands slowly traveling up your legs.
You quickly covered up the sound with a cough, averting any attention it may have gotten. Once you finished, you leaned down, ducking your head low so you could talk to Jim without anyone hearing.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” you whispered at him.
“Well, I’m simply fulfilling a request. You were the one who said having sex in the office was hot. I’m simply following orders, Y/N.” He said, smirking. The feeling of his hands traveling closer and closer to your thighs burned into your skin. You clenched them, refusing him entrance. He looked up at you and shook his head in disapproval. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Y/N. It’s your call.”
You weighed your options, looking down at the image of Jim, smirking between your legs. On one hand, you had dreamed of this day the second you laid eyes on him. On the other, this was not the place you imagined it happening. The idea of him eating you out with everyone around, with anyone being able to spot it, made your stomach twist with delight. You looked down, seeing the impatient look on his face. You took a deep breath and parted your legs slowly for him.
“Good girl.” he whispered, his voice low and dripping with sex.
You almost let out a moan at the sound, but you bit your lip to suppress it. You sunk in your chair, hiding your face behind your monitor trying to relish the feeling of his hands going up your skirt. Your eyes fluttered close as you felt his index finger trace the outline of your panties. You were almost certain he could see the damp spot forming on them, getting wetter with each touch. His finger just about went under the waistband, but the phone rang, interrupting it. You looked down at him with wide eyes, silently asking him what to do.
“Answer it.” he ordered, looking up at you with hooded eyes.
You nodded and breathed a sigh of relief when you felt his hand leave the threshold of your panties.
“Dunder Mifflin, this is-“
Your words cut off in your throat as you feel Jim’s lips place a chaste kiss to your clothed pussy. You jerked in your seat, your knees hitting the desk as you reacted to the feeling. You feel him smirk against your panties as you try to find the words again.
You clear your throat before speaking, “Dunder Mifflin, this is Y/N.”
The sound of the person on the other line merely go in ear and out the other. Your mind is only focused on the feeling of Jim’s tongue, licking a long stripe up your clothed heat. You try your hardest to focus on the words going in your ear, and push back the feelings of pleasure Jim was giving you. You were almost succeeding until you feel his index finger slide under the side of your panties and tease your hole, covering itself in your arousal. If that wasn’t enough, his words made it impossible to hear a single word coming from the phone.
“Jesus, you’re fucking soaked. I haven’t even done anything yet.” he said.
You let out a small whine at his words. Quickly trying to salvage the noise as it leaves your lips, you cough loudly. Apologizing the to person on the phone, you continue speaking, your voice wavering as Jim continues teasing you, his finger just covering itself in your dripping pussy.
As the man on the phone starts to ramble about prices, you have to bite your hand to repel the moan that’s about to leave your mouth as you feel Jim shove his fingers into your tight hole, curling upward as he does.
As you make ‘mhm’s and ‘uhuh’s at the man’s words, you squeeze around Jim’s fingers. You take a quick glance down, locking eyes with Jim as he pumps his fingers in and out of you at an agonizing pace. You pout your bottom lip, silently begging him to speed up. He smirks and mimics your pout, enjoying the needy look on your face.
“So, do you think you guys can cut me a deal?” the man on the phone asks.
You open your mouth speak and cry out as you feel Jim increase his speed immensely, his thumb toying with your swollen clit as he does.
“Yes!” you moan into the phone, earning to strange glances from your coworkers. You struggle to compose yourself, fighting urge to scream your head off in pleasure. “Y-Yes. We can.”
“You’re so fucking tight, I can feel you gripping my fucking fingers.” Jim say quietly, kissing your thigh.
The man on the phone asks to be transferred to sales, surprisingly sold on purchasing paper from you, despite the strange phone call. You frantically type in someone’s extension, saying a quick goodbye before hanging up the phone. Using your free hand, you use it to grip Jim’s hair, your fingers tangling themselves in his brown locks. You hear him moan at the feeling, his lips sending vibrations against your thigh. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten more and more, threatening to snap at any second. Your hand digs into Jim’s hair tighter, feeling like if you let go of him, you’ll lose this feeling.
“Jesus, are you already gonna cum?” He groans, looking up at you from your thighs.
You sneak a glance at him and nod fervently, afraid to answer him without moaning.
He groans quietly in response, ducking his head down once more. His fingers increase in speed and go deeper if that was even possible. You feel them graze against your g-spot, making your head roll back in response, your eyes screwing shut.
You chase the feeling of your climax, feeling it approaching closer and closer. As if he can read your mind, Jim pulls aside your panties more, granting his mouth access to your pussy. He removes his thumb on your clit and replaces it with his mouth, licking and sucking on the swollen nub. You don’t even have to warn him, you feel yourself cumming before you know it. Your pussy squeezes around his fingers as he helps you ride out your orgasm. It washes over you like a tidal wave. It takes all your strength and willpower to not let out the almost pornographic moan threatening to leave your lips.
You sit in your chair, breathless and dripping. You feel his fingers leave your entrance, whining quietly at the feeling. He takes a long lick up your pussy, licking up the mess you made. He gently fixes your panties and skirt before rising. Your cum glistening on his chin, dripping down his jaw. He sits up, wiping his mouth before casually saying, “Should be working a lot better now.”
You watch in disbelief as he walks back to his desk. It takes you a few moments to compose yourself, but once you do, you only have one thought on your mind.
˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 jim gets into a fight with roy and defends you during the basketball game after roy slaps your ass in front of everyone, and one thing leads to another..
| warnings: assault, fluff, kinda smutty?
| taking requests!
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you held the handrails as you stepped down the staircase into the warehouse, pam at your side as you moved hastily due to the heels on your feet. you regretted not wearing those pink flats you had bought yourself over the weekend.
michael had decided out of nowhere that it’d be fun to hold a basketball game with the office versus the warehouse, but you could tell by the way everyone hesitantly agreed that no one wanted to be here on a monday morning. i mean, anything was better than working, though.
‘so who are you rooting for?’ pam asked you, brushing some of her curls behind her ear as she stepped down the remaining steps of the staircase.
‘oh, the office. jim told me i better be shouting words of encouragement the whole game or else.’ you said, giving her a smile which quickly faded when you saw the look on her face.
‘no. no, pam. it’s nothing. please don’t do this again.’ you moaned as you followed her down to what had been marked as the sidelines, the court all ready and set up.
‘i just don’t know why the two of you haven’t just gotten together already. it’s obvious you both like each other.’ pam said, shrugging her shoulders.
‘shut up, he’s coming!’ you squeaked as your eyes met with jim’s as he walked toward you, roy at his side.
‘hey. sorry you have to watch this. i know you’d much rather be upstairs playing games on your computer.’ jim said as he came within closer proximity of you, his words leaving you letting out breathy giggles, an action which triggered pam to zone out of her conversation with roy and look at you.
‘don’t worry about it halpert. it’ll all be worth it if you win, though.’ you said, titling your head playfully at him.
the action caused his eyes to linger on you a little longer than they should have, his gaze fixated on the adorable look on your pretty face.
‘well, i’ll do the best i can for you. by the way, that only applies if your screaming for me the whole time.’ jim said, a smirk playing at his lips.
before you could respond, michael’s voice boomed loudly across the warehouse, signalling it was time for the teams to gather.
‘good luck. don’t get hurt.’ you said, reaching forward and patting his arm encouragingly. you could feel pam’s gaze burning into the side of your face.
jim was about to say something, that was before roy had turned to face you away from pam.
‘hey, y/n. if i win, can i get a minute alone with you?’ he said, a loud laugh erupting from him the second the words spilled from his mouth.
to say you were disgusted was an understatement, and when you turned to look for help from pam, she was staring at the floor with glossy eyes.
jim however, had clenched fits and knuckles that were going white. he was mad. anyone who ever spoke about you like that in front of him would for sure know not to do it again by the time he was finished with them.
‘hey man, do you mind?’ jim said sternly, turning his body toward roy, practically shielding him from getting to you. god, you loved when he got like this. this wasn’t the first time roy or anyone from the warehouse had hit on you.
‘why don’t you mind your own business, halpert? if the lady has a problem with it why doesn’t she tell me herself?’ he said, turning to look at you with an expectant look, a ‘hm?’ sound coming from his mouth before he walked off to join his team at the center of the court.
jim looked as if he were about to explode, his demeanour darkening considerably after roy had left, his eyes staring daggers into the back of his head.
without thinking, you grabbed his face and pulled it back to look at you, your eyes fixated on his.
‘don’t worry about him. in fact, make him pay for it on the court. yeah?’ you said to him, you hand slowly sliding off of his face and down his chest, before resuming its previous position back at your side.
‘what do you want me to do to him?’ he said, leaning forward slightly so that he was out of earshot of pam. even though roy was being an asshole, he knew she wouldn’t want to hear of any plans to physically hurt her fiancée.
‘whatever you want. anything.’ you said softly, looking up at him with your big eyes.
‘anything i want? you are playing a dangerous game, sweetheart.’ he said, his words practically making your knees buckle, your cheeks going blood red at the nickname.
‘just don’t kill him, okay?’ you said, smiling at him as he nodded and turned away, leaving to join his team in the center of the court.
you turned to pam, hoping that she wasn’t angry or mad at you. yes, it wasn’t your fault roy had hit on you, but you could still imagine that she wouldn’t be too keen on talking to you.
‘pam, i’m sorry.’ you said, stepping closer to your colleague, a reassuring arm finding its way on her shoulder.
‘that’s not your fault, y/n. just wish he’d say that stuff to me.’ she mumbled, leaning her head against your shoulder. roy could live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve pam.
the blowing of a whistle suddenly snapped you out of your thoughts, and you found your eyes fixated on jim the moment the ball went into the air. you hated sports, but right now, you could make an exception.
a few minutes had gone by of non stop scoring on the warehouses behalf, and you were still wondering what exactly jim was planning to do to get roy back. the moment that you had conjured that thought, roy’s elbow was swinging into jim’s nose.
‘what the fuck?’ you said, taking a few steps forward out of shock. no whistle had been blown to indicate that anything roy had done was out of line.
almost instantly, the excuses came flooding out of his mouth, a smug look on his face which you knew was bound to make jim want to punch him. and he didn’t punch him, but he did shove him.
roy had squared up on jim afterward, and a flood of empty threats spilled out of his mouth. michael thankfully called for half time, because you were sure that roy was going to end up dead if they were to continue arguing.
jim walked in your direction with a pissed off look on his face, sweat coating his forehead as he reached forward and grabbed the bottle of water you had held out for him to take. as he drank, you then realised he had never looked hotter.
he had blood on his face from the elbow in the nose he had received from roy, and his hair was disheveled almost perfectly that it seemed unnatural. it took you an embarrassingly long amount of time to realise you were staring.
‘is your nose okay?’ you asked, breaking the silence as he handed the water back to you.
‘don’t worry about it, y/n.’ he said bluntly, brushing his hair away from his face as he avoided your gaze.
‘hey, come on. don’t get mad over roy. he’s an idiot, and you’re way smarter and better looking anyway.’ you said, unable to stop the words from coming out of your mouth. oh boy.
‘oh yeah?’ jim said, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed the flustered expression on your face.
although, before you could make any attempt to respond, you felt a slapping sensation on a certain part of your body and an all familiar laugh come from behind you.
there was no point in making any attempt to stop jim from tackling roy to the ground, because you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop him. but there was no harm in trying.
‘jim, come on stop!’ you said, trying to grab onto his arms as he threw punch after punch on roy’s face, some of the guys from the warehouse now gathering around in attempt to pull jim off of roy.
michael had begun to chant ‘fight’, but was quickly silenced by a stern look from pam while she was trying to grab roy away from jim.
once jim had finally been pulled away by a total of four guys, he stormed out of the warehouse and back in the direction of the office, and it didn’t take you long to run right after him.
‘jim, slow down!’ you called after him as you followed in his footsteps back into the office, finding him standing next to your desk with his head in his hands.
‘hey.’ you said softly, walking up to him and pulling his hands away from his face, an expression on his face that you had not yet seen before.
‘god, y/n. i don’t think i’ve ever been more angry in my life.’ he said, his gaze avoiding yours as you found your face flushing slightly.
‘well, thanks. i shouldn’t be encouraging this behaviour but in this case i will. i appreciate what you did for me.’ you said, your tone genuine as he finally let his eyes meet yours. all of a sudden, he started laughing. and you did too.
‘he’s pathetic.’ he said, shaking his head and releasing another laugh before silence fell between the two of you, and both of your eyes interlocked.
you cleared your throat, walking toward his desk while playing with your fingers. you were nervous to be in a room alone with him. you weren’t sure if this had ever happened before.
‘y/n.’ jim said, following after you and standing in front of you, your back to his desk as you racked your brain for something to say.
you turned around, picking up a pen on his desk, before examining it closer. god, you were hopeless.
‘you know, i heard the factory where they make these isn’t far from here.’ you said, feeling his presence closer behind you. you were nervous to turn around.
‘y/n.’ he repeated, this time more desperately. you felt your heart rate quicken as you turned around, and the second you did, his hands were on either side of your face and his lips were meeting yours hungrily.
‘jim.’ you breathed in between each moment your mouths weren’t connected, a soft hum coming from him telling you he was in no place to stop.
your lips moved together like a rhythm, his tongue brushing your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth, soft moans emitting from you as one of his hands fell down to your thigh, his fingers tracing circles on your skin.
his other hand fell down from your neck and both slipped around the back of your legs, lifting you onto his desk effortlessly. a few things on his desk fell of and clattered on the floor, but he was too focused on you to care.
his lips fell from yours to your neck, his mouth working against your skin almost as if he’d memorised all the right spots to kiss. his tongue brushed against your skin and teeth nipped your neck, and you were sure there would be marks by the time he was done with you.
you moaned loudly, not being able to help yourself from biting back the noises you were so desperate to make.
‘hey, as much as i love hearing those pretty noises, i don’t want anyone else to hear them except for me, yeah? think you can be quieter?’ he muttered to you, his head dropping back down to your neck, resuming the same pattern he was before.
you nodded profusely, not wanting him to stop anytime soon.
‘let me hear you say it.’ he said against your skin, his fingers digging into your thighs.
‘i’ll be quiet, i promise.’ you practically moaned out, your hand going to the back of his neck to pull his hair as a way to relieve the tension in your body.
‘good girl.’ he said, his words alone making you want to moan even louder then you had before.
‘you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this, do you?’ he questioned, his hands gripping your thighs and lifting the tight pencil skirt you wore further and further upward.
‘jim, i really don’t wanna do this in the office.’ you said, placing your hands on top of his to prevent him from going any further.
‘good point.’ he said, giving your neck one last kiss before pulling away from you, letting you slip off his desk and readjust your clothes.
he watched you as you did so, and couldn’t help but stare. god, you were so perfect. he didn’t know how he’d lasted this long without touching you the way he’d done a minute before.
‘we should probably go back down there. and i presume you do wanna see me slap the shit out of roy, right?’ you said with a smug look on your face, your smile widening the minute you saw jim’s eyes immediately lighting up.
‘oh you wouldn’t.’ he said, his gaze fixated on you to see if there was any sign you weren’t going to do what you said you were.
‘wanna bet?’ you said, turning your back to him and walking back toward the direction of the warehouse, giggling to yourself at the sound of jim’s gasp and his footsteps close behind yours.
warnings: 18+, smut, enemies to lovers, oral, needy stiles, dry humping (alison is alive in this!!)
summary: when the pack goes to mexico you have to share a room with stiles but you hate eachother.
the drive to mexico was long, sweaty and annoying stiles didn’t shut up the whole time on the road, i tried to not pay attention to him but his laugh, his eyes, his freckles it was hard not to stare at. Me and stiles haven’t been friends since the day we met which was 4 years ago, i became best friends with scott but me and stiles never seemed to get along.
i had zoned out staring at stiles in the mirror of the jeep “yn take a picture it will last longer baby” that nickname made me blush, he had always said stuff like that to annoy me but little did he know i liked it. I hid my face underneath my blanket claiming i was going to have a ‘nap’ no i was just going to think about how i would fuck stiles right here and right now.
we get to the motel we are supposed to stay at malia and lydia, scott and stiles, me and alison and the twins. i get out of the jeep going to get my bag out of the trunk “hang on yn let me get that for you” aiden says with a smile “thank you aiden” you say, you see stiles looking at y almost angrily but you brush it off walking up to the reception to get the keys. “reservation for mccall” scott says walking up to the desk with alison.
me and alison’s room was right next to stiles and scott, great. “so yn you know how you love me” alison says nervously as i turn to look at her “depends on what you want me to do al” almost regretting this conversation already “do you mind swapping with scott so we can share, we haven’t had any alone time recently” you feel bad saying no but you would have to stay with stiles and he hates you and you definitely feel something against him
“come on yn, i want to share with scott” alison says staring at u with a smirk “ugh but i hate stiles so much and ill have to share a bed with him” you say groaning “i know im sorry but maybe you guys could sort your issues out” she says laughing. Maybe she was right, we are nearly 21 we should be mature “okay fine but im taking your alcohol” you say as you take her vodka with all your stuff and go next door.
you walk into the room and stiles is sat on the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist and wet hair, you stood there taking in his beauty before going back to hating him “you like what you see” he says with a smirk “e-ew no never” you say stuttering “uh i have vodka if u want some” you say getting the bottle out of your bag “i’d never say no to that” he says snatching the bottle out of your hand “hey i want the first drink” you say snatching it back he just rolls his eyes and goes to get changed in the bathroom, you turn toward the door about to ask if he wanted you to pour him a drink and you see him putting on his shirt through the crack of the door, you quickly turn away when he opens the door, he stands behind you and breathes heavily “thank you princess” and grabbing his drink then walking away while you stand there redder than you ever have been and quickly down your drink then pouring another and taking the bottle and sitting on the bed next to stiles while you drink the rest of the bottle.
you and stiles both drunk now and sat next to eachother barely saying a word, you keep replaying how he breathed down your neck and the pet names he gives you “yn do you wanna play a game” you turn to him snapping out of your thoughts “what game” you say curious as to where he’s going with this “how about truth or dare” he says while taking a sip of his drink “okay truth or dare” you say looking at him “dare” you sigh thinking of what to ask “i dare you to kiss me” you say so fast not even registering what you had just said “w-what” he says looking at you “kiss me” stiles didn’t need to hear anything more he grabbed you so fast, you lean over and sit on his lap his hands finding your waist not breaking the kiss once, all that was heard in the room was heavy breathing “i thought you hated me” you say breaking away from the kiss “yn i could never hate you, i’ve loved you since the day i met you” you look at him wondering if he’s messing with you but his eyes showing he’s sincere “i love you too sti” you say before kissing him again until you accidentally move your hips and he grips on to your waist groaning into your ear, you stop moving but he pulls your hips back and forth kissing you so intensely you were struggling to breathe,grinding on him hearing stiles desperate moans you get more hot so you start to kiss his neck ,while you feel his hard dick underneath you “i can’t wait any longer stiles i need you”
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sorry i didn’t write the smut but you get the gist- let me know what you think!!
warnings: 18+ kissing, tension, jealous stiles, swearing, p in v, oral, dry humping, eating pussy, WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP!! pure smut. also its not proof read. *do not copy my work*(more than welcome to like + reblog❣️)
summary: you and the pack go camping, exited until you and stiles who both hate each other have to share a tent..
*him in this gif oh my lord.. daddy.*
you were in stiles jeep with the pack trying to find a place to camp that was safe and far away but not too far to get lost, you remove your headphones to hear everyone bickering “no we need to go left stiles” you hear scott say his anger rising until alison grabbed his hand to calm him down “stiles just go further up and turn left” you mutter while everyone is trying to tell him where to go, he turns to look at you in the seat next to him rolling his eyes before mumbling “no we are going my way! it’s my jeep! stop trying to boss me around” he spits out furiously before coming to a stop after everyone apologises we climb out of the car and get our stuff from the back and begin to walk up the hill with your friends.
you had been walking for over an hour, back and shoulders in pain from the stuff you were carrying “stiles can you please carry this for me, my shoulder hurts so bad” you say looking at him with doe eyes trying to convince him before he rolls his eyes and continues walking until isaac grabs it from you “don’t worry princess i gotcha” throwing you a quick smile before dragging you up the hill with him holding your hand for almost 20 minutes, you turn to look behind you when you see stiles staring at you then down at you holding hands with isaac, you had forgot you were holding his hand only because he had been dragging you up this hill because he is a werewolf, you immediately feel almost embarrassed and remove your hand from isaac’s and continue walking until scott shouted “here’s good guys” you smiled thanking him because you dont have to walk any further.
you started to build your tent but honestly it was too confusing, you had no instructions, stiles sees you struggling “come on yn it’s not that hard” looking at you smugly, not even bothering to reply to his rudeness, you asked isaac “issac could you pretty please help me with my tent” running up to him watching him look you up and down before agreeing and walking to help you, you turn to look at stiles to see him staring at you with dark eyes but turning toward scott almost immediately after you looked like he didn’t want to look at you so you ignore him and you continue to try help isaac build your tent.
after you all had started a fire and built all the tents you sat around in a circle drinking, telling jokes and reminiscing about all the stuff you guys had been through together, you sat next to isaac, opposite stiles, after a few too many drinks isaac gets abit touchy and puts his hand on your thigh, you look up and see stiles burning a hole into isaacs hand looking like he wanted to break his arm and hit him with it everyone started laughing not even noticing what happened and lydia decided to start playing truth or dare and turned to you “yn truth or dare” you say dare almost regretting your decision “i dare you to sit on stiles lap until your next turn” you turn to lydia face shocked until you look at stiles exactly same reaction while he mutters under his breathe “im sorry what” earning a giggle from lydia, you look at stiles and he just shrugs so you slowly make your way over to stiles and you thought if your gunna do this, your gunna make stiles want you, so you sat directly in the middle of his lap on his cock moving around a little disguising it as “getting comfortable”he hasn’t spoke, he’s just breathing so deep on your neck and occasionally letting out a small throaty moan trying to cover it with a cough, until you move one last time feeling something hard that wasn’t there before, he was big and that’s all you were thinking until he grabbed your hip hard and whispered in your ear “stop fucking moving” before it came back to your turn, “yn truth or dare” you say truth caught off guard by what just happened “are you a virgin?” you get up walking to your original seat before sighing “yes i am” you heard stiles giggle lightly “what’s so funny stilinski” getting frustrated at his reaction “nothing i just thought you were a slut,are you sure your a virgin” he says with a look on his face surprised he would even say something like that “i fucking hate you!” you shout before storming off into your tent, not coming out for the rest of the night.
after an hour of sitting around repeating what stiles said, you knew what stiles said was nasty but it was untrue and you knew that but oh my the way it was so easy for him to call you a slut and have no shame about it honestly turned you on, you get snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the zip on your tent opening you get up quickly getting nervous as to who was coming in your tent as everyone had went to bed, until you see stiles face and you groan turning your head away “hey yn, look i know your mad and i’m sorry i shouldn’t have called you a slut, i just saw isaac staring your ass and tits and it was pissing me off especially when he touched your thigh but um yeah i just wanted to apologise… okay uhh bye goodnight” he says looking at you with such truth in his eyes that made you feel better “it’s fine don’t go please i was being dramatic” you say with a chuckle, he comes in the tent and zipped it shut making you nervous, you and stiles enemies since first grade in a tent together after sitting on his lap making him crazy “yn why are you still a virgin?” stiles asks looking into your eyes almost as he’s trying to search for the truth, you look at him and drop your head not wanting to show your face while you say this “honestly stiles i’m scared and embarrassed , also nobody likes me like that and i never feel comfortable enough with anyone” you say already regretting telling him that, he grabs your chin to lift your head up “i like you like that” he says before you smack your lips against his before you make your way onto his lap both fighting for dominance until you grind your hips forward causing stiles to open his mouth allowing you to slip a tongue into his mouth causing him to let out a low groan before gripping your hips slowly rocking you back and forth causing you to moan feeling your thin underwear rubbing against his clothed crotch, he reached underneath your skirt grabbing your ass until you start rocking your hips back and forth as a quick pace and stiles throwing his head back allowing you to kiss down his neck finding his sweet spot behind his ear.
“fuck baby you drive me crazy, ‘wanted you for so long hmm” stiles says throwing your t-shirt off and forgetting you didn’t wear a bra and slowly getting embarrassed until he slowly moves his head lower to kiss your breasts “stiles i need you please” you say rolling your hips both do you moaning trying to catch your breathes and moaning trying to be quiet acknowledging your friends outside “hmmm just wait baby i will” he says before flipping you both over and kissing down your body looking at you for consent to pull your skirt off and panties down and running a finger through your folds causing your hips to buck when he touched your clit “hmm so pretty baby such a pretty pussy, so wet for me” if that wasn’t enough to make you want him more you wasn’t sure what was, stiles dirty words made you feel hot and shy wanting him to take you then and there “hmm stiles so good” hips bucking, until stiles started kissing the inside of your thighs before eating out your pussy like it was his last meal, moaning sending vibrations into your wet pussy making you clench “sti h-hm so good to me daddy” you say feeling embarrassed but also a little turned on you called him daddy but stiles liked it he rolled his hips into a pillow under him moaning into your pussy before pulling away randomly “i need you now are you ready sweetheart” he says before you nod your head at him “words love” before you mutter yes quickly before unbuttoning his pants pulling out his cock “your so big stiles” you say staring at his most definitely 6 and half inch cock with a hard red tip leaking pre cum before you wipe it with your thumb and suck it before stiles looks at you and says “are you sure you are ready yn” you kiss him roughly “yes sti please fuck me” you say slowly kissing his neck and he puts on a condom and aligns his tip with your entrance and slowly pushing his hips forward causing you to wince in pain wanting a distraction you pull stiles into a deep kiss “you can move now stiles i’m okay” when he slowly starts moving faster until you were both a moaning mess “ sti you fuck me so good” flipping you both over you sit on him rocking your hips back and forth and bouncing up and down causing a string of moans coming from stiles “you take me so well baby almost like you were made for me” he says between gasps and kisses “hmm stiles i’m so close daddy faster” you say as stiles grips your hips pushing you faster and pulling you down hard causing both of your hips to buck creating more pleasure “hmm come for me baby” he says while still matching the rhythm “o-ohh stiles hmmm” you say as you come undone feeling his thighs shaking under you bringing you into a sloppy kiss feeling him come undone under you, both lying there for a few minutes in silence until stiles says “that was the best sex i’ve ever had in my life” causing you to giggle “do we still hate eachother?” you ask him later receiving a kiss from him “i have never and will never hate you.” he says before bringing you into a long soft but powerful kiss and you both fall asleep wrapped around eachother preparing for tomorrow.
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sorry i haven’t posted in so long, lowkey not sure if i like this let me know!!!
Hi! First time asking but- maybe JJ with a reader who is innocent but not dump and hear me out- he walks on her humping a pillow mb? And decided to help
Can I be the ๑ anon?
Hi yes you can! I loved this request so much, thank you for sending it, i hope i did it justice.
Helping Hand
jj maybank x reader
wc: 1,524
It was no secret that you had a massive crush on JJ. Everyone seemed to know except JJ. The two of you were best friends, practically inseparable. JJ knew it was wrong but he couldn’t seem to care. Every night he fisted his cock to the thought of you. He thought you were way out of his league.
The way you’d go skipping by him in little bikinis had him groaning and a bulge forming in his shorts. He was always so hard around you it was actually a problem. You were just this innocent little thing he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable at all. So for now you lived in his deepest fantasy but somehow you were good friends.
You were gonna die. Maybe you were being dramatic but damn this was embarrassing. You were incredibly horny. You had just spent the day helping Mr. Heyward at his shop. JJ was there and he was lifting some pretty heavy boxes causing him to let our little grunts and groans. They almost sounded like sex noises.
It made you all hot and bothered. So you excused yourself and went home to your room. In a rush you tried to figure out how to find some relief. You looked around your room and you noticed your neatly-made bed. This sparked an idea. You grabbed one of your pillows and placed it in the center of your bed.
You sat down on your bed and swung your legs over the side of the bed. Were you really gonna do this? Yes yes you were. There was an ache between your legs almost like an itch you needed to scratch but much worse. Who knew a boy could make you so turned on and horny.
You grabbed the pillow and positioned it up to your core. You got on your knees with the pillow between your legs and started to hump it. You rubbed your clothed cunt on the pillow. It felt so so good. You tried your best to get yourself off but it wasn’t enough to bring you over the edge.
Little did you know you left your phone at the Heywards. JJ being a good friend decided to bring it to you. You left your door open a crack. JJ was about to turn the handle when he herd little moans and whimpers. He opened the door and what a sight was he greeted with.
Your back was turned so you didn’t notice JJ coming in. You let out a frustrated grunt and JJ pouted. Here he thought you were this innocent little girl but here you were trying to kill him. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t look away. It was like he was in a trance.
“Ugh!”
“Need some help bunny?”
Your eyes nearly popped out of your head. You whipped yourself around to see JJ standing in your room smirking. Okay this was it, this is the actual moment you were gonna die of embarrassment. Forget whatever you said before about being horny this was the most you’ve ever felt of embarrassment.
“Um what wh-what are you doing here?” you paused your moments trying desperately to disappear.
JJ held up your phone. You did a silent “oh” as you felt your face get hot and red. This could not be happening. JJ set your phone on your desk and crossed his arms. He raised his eyebrows waiting for your next move.
“Uh.”
“Let me help you, please”
JJ closed the door and took a seat in your chair.
“Okay,” you whispered.
“Just relax. I’m gonna take care of you.” JJ drawled sweetly.
You did your best not to be too shy but it was hard because you wanted him to like you. JJ handled you like you were made of glass.
“Okay, I want you to position the corner of the pillow against your core.”
You did as he said and then waited for further instructions.
“Then I want you to ride the pillow, can you do that for me baby?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Now will you take your shirt off? I want to see you please,” JJ asked.
“Oh O-okay,” you removed your shirt slowly leaving you just in your panties.
Now JJ never imagined he’d get to see you like this. He had so many wet dreams and fantasies but nothing could compare to the real thing. “You’re gorgeous baby,” JJ commented his mouth falling open.
You were getting frustrated because you desperately needed release. “T-tthanks.”
“Do you mind if I touch myself while I help you?”
You bit your lip. “Go for it.”
The pillow was in position and you started to hump it more vigorously. You used your fingers to push the pillow against your core.
“That’s it baby, keep going.”
JJ stripped down to his underwear. Then he took his cock out and started stroking himself. “Fuckkk!” He groaned.
You watched as he trusted his huge length into his hand. You were mesmerized. Never in your wildest dreams did you think this would be happening.
JJ watched as your tits bounced and he kept fisting his cock extremely turned on. You let out a whimper and JJs stomach did a flip. “You make such pretty noises. Got me feeling some type of way.”
“Emmfff.”
“There she is.”
“I’m imagining your hands doing this. Or thrusting into your mouth. Fuck baby, would you let me fuck your mouth?”
“Want you inside me, want to go all the way with you.”
JJ groaned. “Fuck. You can’t say shit like that.” JJ almost busted right then and there.
You humped the pillow faster desperately chasing release. JJ got up from the chair and made his way over to you. He sat down on your bed next to you. “You’re beautiful.”
You blushed. “Can I touch you?” JJ asked.
“Yes.”
JJ took ahold of your hips and pushed them down. This made you squeeze your thighs and the pillow dug into your core. JJ helped you hump the pillow.
“Come on babygirl.”
With JJ’s help you were getting closer and closer to your release. Finally after waiting for forever. “I know you can do it, come on cum for me,” JJ praised.
You felt the pressure in your stomach get tighter. The pillow was hitting your clit. JJ’s hands on your hips were warm, igniting your skin with a flame. You were on fire and burning with passion. JJ brushed a hair away from your face and then cupped your cheek. His other hand still on your hip.
JJ slowly leaned in. Was this really happening? JJ Maybank, your best friend who you’ve been in love with forever was gonna kiss you. Oh god. JJ finally attached your lips in a heated kiss. You felt fireworks erupt in your chest. His lips were soft and warm. JJ felt like he was living a dream. You were this beautiful innocent little girl who he wanted to be with for years.
He kissed you with passion. You kept rocking your cunt against the pillow as he kissed you. You felt intense pleasure. The sensation was getting to be to much and you were gonna cum. The band in your stomach snapped and your orgasm washed over you. You broke the kiss to let out a moan.
“Mmm there you go, good girl, feel good?” JJ asked.
“Yes!”
“Did you mean what you said about wanting to go all the way?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Please.”
JJ started to kiss you. This time it was messy and urgent. It was teeth and tongue. It was a smashing of lips and swallowing each other’s mouths. Then JJ started to kiss and bite your neck.
You ran a hand through JJ’s messy hair. JJ left marks on your neck. Then he showed attention to your breasts. He massaged them and then started to suck and kiss them. You threw your head back. JJ then kissed down your stomach.
He took your panties off with his teeth. You were so ready. This was something you’ve always wanted. JJ positioned himself at your entrance.
“You ready for this sweetheart?”
“Need you so bad, J.”
“Fuck,” JJ slid his massive cock into your tight whole and he let out a growl. Your cunt was getting stretched out and you furrowed your brows at the sharp pain.
JJ kissed your brow and asked, “Can I move?”
You nodded. JJ bottomed out and then stay there for a second. Then he slid back out and rammed himself back in. You were a little sensitive from your last orgasm but this felt good. Finally sharing intimacy with JJ.
“You feel divine, squeezing me so tight baby.”
JJ kept pounding into you. JJ couldn’t believe he was finally doing this. The room filled with moans and skin slapping. JJ kept making sure you were okay during the whole thing.
The two of you made love in a way that made you feel alive. And when it was over you stayed cuddled up together enjoying each other’s company. Both of you felt finally happy.
imagine rafe throwing you around the bed, kissing down your body slowly until he gets to your panties. He rips them off your naked body lowering himself down to your core placing 2 fingers at your entrance and pushing them both in slowly while sucking and flicking your clit with his mouth and tongue and rubbing himself against the bed letting out low groans as he edges you, making you squirt all over his face.
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This was posted on my other account @obsessedxx
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feel free to reblog the hell out of it tho pookies
stiles had been my best friend for over 5 years us both meeting on the first day of high school and inseparable ever since. me and stiles had always been touchy and flirty with eachother because it never meant anything, until we went to mexico stiles had been paying extra attention to me either having his hand on my waist or thighs when we were on the way back from trying to find derek scott decided to stay in mexico for an extra day to find him with kira and malia so it was just me and stiles on the way back. stiles was running his hand up and down my thighs and squeezing them and he was slowly putting his hand higher up my leg and you were getting turned on “sti pull over for a second” he pulls over looking at you curiously “stiles are you okay, you haven’t let me go this whole trip” you say looking at the hand on your leg “i- uh im sorry i just haven’t been touched in months and it’s getting too much” you look at him and without thinking you lean over and kiss him both of you crawling into the backseat of the jeep you crawled on his lap both of you letting out desperate moans and breathes and trying to keep up with eachother until stiles pulls away “yn wait are you sure you wanna do this” he says praying you don’t back out now “oh im sure i’ve wanted you to take me this whole trip” without another word he smashes his lips back into yours grabbing your hips, you started rocking your hips back and forth grinding down hard but slow “oh fuck yn your killing me” stiles says groaning tilting his head back allowing you access to kiss his neck giving him hickeys while he leads your hips back and forth, you grab the hem of his shirt pulling it over his head and throwing it somewhere in the jeep along with yours and kissing down his body “you don’t know how long i’ve wanted us to do this yn” he says to you in between kisses as you move lower down to unbuckle his belt pulling his pants down “trust me ive wanted you for so long sti” you say pulling out his his hard dick gasping at the size and slowly licking the pre cum off his painfully red tip, you lick up the side and slowly start bobbing your head up and down until he’s going all the way down your throat “fuck just like that baby” he says grabbing your hair and involuntarily bucking his hips up making you gag “sorry princess it’s js too good o-oh” you moan at the name and all you can hear is his loud moany breathes as you continue moving up and down “i’m gunna cum” he says in a breathless moan and suck a little harder till the squirts of hot liquid come rushing down your throat and looking up at stiles through your eyelashes to see him all sweaty and beautiful, you pull away and pull your shorts and panties down and sit on his lap facing him “stiles i need you so bad right now” you say needily still trying to catch your breathe until he pushes his hips up into you causing you to let out a scream both pain and pleasure he felt so big inside me fucking me so good filling me up “oh stiles feels so good” you say kissing his neck bouncing up and down on his cock both of you panting and moaning loudly, the jeep windows getting foggy, he starts rubbing your clit and flipping you over onto your back and lifting your leg up as he was hitting your g spot over and over causing you to see stars “stiles i’m about to cum” you say squeezing around his cock moaning so loud i’m sure anyone could hear “come for me baby” as soon as he said that your legs shaking and you cum all over his cock “oh yn that was so hot why didn’t we do this sooner” stiles says laughing while both of you come down from the high “i have no idea that was amazing” slowly getting off him and putting your clothes back on and finding a bottle of water “we are definitely doing that again” stiles says before starting the jeep to start the long journey home.
warnings: pet names, praising, female & male oral receiving, masturbation(?).
stiles' fingers dug into her thighs as he buried his face between her legs, the warmth of his breath through the thin fabric of her underwear driving her wild.
She squirmed beneath him, her hips bucking as he finally hooked his fingers into the sides and slowly pulled them down.
Stiles paused, his eyes flicking up to meet hers as he drew her underwear down her legs. "y/n.." he murmured, "you’re so beautiful, baby." His gaze roamed over her, taking in every curve, every inch of her silky, skin. "stiles, please.." y/n whimpered, her fingers threading through his hair and gently tugging. Stiles gazed at her pout, suppressing a smile as he gazed up at her.
His hands slid up her thighs, fingertips tracing teasing circles. He placed a trail of soft kisses along the inside of her thigh, his stubble rasping pleasantly against her skin. Stiles settled more comfortably between her legs, his broad shoulders pushing them further apart as he gazed at her with intense hunger in his eyes. He blew cool air over her exposed core, watching fascinated as her skin pebbled and she let out a shuddering gasp.
Her thighs quivered as he repeated the action, his breath hot against her flesh. then, finally, he closed his mouth over her, his fingers spreading her open as his tongue delved into her wet heat. She gasped, her hips bucking against his hold, her fingers clenching in his hair. the taste of her was intoxicating. and Stiles felt his dick throb with need.
He ground his hips against the mattress, the pressure against his boxer-clad erection almost painfully good. He could feel the hard ridge straining against the fabric, leaking with precum. the damp spot on his boxers grew larger as he continued to feast on her, the friction of his hips against the bed driving him closer to the edge.
His breathing grew ragged, mingling with her desperate moans. He could feel the heat building in his balls, the pressure bordering on painful. "stiles— please, more... just like that..." she panted, her hands tightening in his hair and tugging sharply.
stiles’ eyes rolled back, and he let out a muffled groan, his hips jerking forward as he ground himself against the bed, seeking friction.
“it's so good—just like that!” her words devolved into a scream as she bucked against his face, her hands pulling his hair and gripping the pillow tightly as he sped up, his lips wrapping around her swollen bud, his tongue spearing in and out of her soaked, clenching heat.
stiles groaned against her flesh as she shattered, his own hips bucking against the mattress. He buried his face against her, his tongue lapping at her as he found his own release in his soiled boxers.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna... Oh, Stiles!" she cried out, her body tensing as another wave crashed over her. but before she could finish, Stiles grunted, using his finger to flick her swollen bud while his tongue delved deep inside her, drawing out her release. the wet spot beneath her grew as he worked her through her intense orgasm. her juices coated his face and chin as he lapped at her hungrily.
“thank you— thank you, stiles. oh my god..” she babbled, her voice trembling as she struggled to catch her breath. Her legs shook, her back arching off the bed as she tried to steady herself against the onslaught of pleasure.
Stiles pulled away, biting his lip as he rubbed her trembling thighs up and down. He looked up at her, his face coated in her juices, and asked quietly, "Please, can I make you come again? I need to see it, need to feel it..." He paused, his eyes pleading.
"What about you?" she panted, noticing his flushed cheeks and nervous posture. Stiles squirmed a bit, his face turning a deeper shade of red as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Nah, I just... uh, came in my pants..." Her hands found his face, pulling him in for another deep, searing kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue dancing with his, as she silently conveyed her approval of his earlier release.
Stiles pulled away from the kiss, his face flushed and breathless. He looked up at her nervously, his eyes darting to the side before meeting hers again. "c-could you... sit on my face?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "please?"
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