Not much to say, this is a random blurb for female!reader x Jeff the killer. I’ve been sick! But wanted to still at least post for you guys! Love you my little fireflies.
Your eyes flutter open, the house shrouded in the silent darkness of 3 AM. A shadow moves at the foot of your bed. Your heart lurches. A figure looms, hood covering most of his face . You can't see his eyes, but you feel them, cold and unyielding.
"Don't scream," he whispers, a low rumble that resonates through you. You bite down on your scream, your breath ragged. He steps closer, a knife glinting in his hand. Your body tenses, ready to run, ready to fight. But he doesn't advance further, just stands there, looking down at you.
"Why aren't you scared?" he asks, his voice a harsh rasp. You swallow, your mind racing. Your voice finds you, steady and calm.
"Should I be?"
He chuckles, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. He's hesitant, uncertain. It's your turn to seize control. You lift your chin, meeting his gaze. His face is unnerving, but his eyes... they're what hold you captive. Dark, intense, yet... curious.
"Put the knife down," you say, surprising even yourself. He hesitates, then does as you ask. It clatters onto the nightstand, a stark echo in the silence. He didn't come here to hurt you, not really.
"You shouldn't be here," you say, your voice softer. He takes another step closer, his gaze roaming over you. You're in your nightgown, your favorite one, soft and comfortable. Now, it feels sheer under his scrutiny.
"I know," he admits, his voice laced with regret. He's conflicted, you realize. He didn't come here to ravage, to kill. He came for... something else. You sit up, pulling your blanket around you like a shield. He watches, his breath hitching as you move.
"Why are you here?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper.
He takes a deep breath, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. When he speaks, it's not what you expect. "You're too pretty to kill."
The words hang heavy between you, laced with a double meaning. You see it now, the lust in his eyes. He's been watching you, stalking you. Not to end your life, but to stake a claim. A thrill runs through you, unexpected and exhilarating.
"Is that why you're here?" you ask, your voice huskier than before. His nod is barely perceptible, but it's there.
“Jeff” he mumbles out.
“Reader” you say.. looking up and down at him.
"You should go," you say, your heart pounding. He should go, you know that. But your body has other ideas. You want him to stay, to touch you. You want him to take that hood off.
He hesitates, torn. Then, without a word, he reaches up and pulls off his hood. His face is revealed, strong jawline shadowed with stubble, dark eyes that burn into yours. You gasp softly at his raw, primal beauty. He's not the monster you thought, not really. He's a man, hungry and desperate.
"Why did you come here tonight?" you ask again, your voice laced with invitation.
His answer is a growl as he pounces, pushing you back onto the bed. Your blanket falls away, your nightgown barely covering you. He hovers above you, his gaze feasting on your body.
"Because I can't stand back any longer," he rasps, his voice gravel-rough. "Because you're fucking beautiful, and I want you."
Your body responds to his words, to his proximity. You arch against him, your nightgown riding up. His gaze follows the movement, lingering on the soft rise of your breasts, the curve of your hips. He swallows hard, his hands clenching on either side of you.
"Last chance," he grinds out, his jaw tense. " Tell me to leave."
But you don't. Instead, you reach up, tracing the line of his jaw. He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed briefly. When he opens them again, there's a fire burning in their depths.
"I like pretty things," he says, his voice low. "And I like them broken."
Your heart leaps, a dark thrill coursing through you. You should be scared, you know that. But all you feel is a burning desire, hot and insistent. You want him to break you. You want him to use you.
"You can leave," you whisper, "but I don't want you to."
His growl rumbles through you as he crashes down, his lips finding yours in a punishing kiss. His hands roam your body, bruising in their intensity. You meet his passion, your nails digging into his back as you pull him closer.
He tears away from your lips, his breath ragged. "You should know," he says, his voice rough, "I don't make love. I fuck."
You meet his gaze, unafraid. "Then fuck me."
His growl is primal as he tears off your nightgown, the delicate fabric no match for his rough touch. You're bare to him, your body on display. He drinks you in, his eyes appreciative and hungry.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he rasps, his hands finding your breasts. He squeezes, his thumbs flicking over your hardening nipples. You gasp, arching into his touch.
He leans down, his tongue replacing his thumbs. He licks, he sucks, he bites. You're writhing beneath him, your hands tangled in his hair. He releases you with a final lick, moving down your body.
"You taste as good as you look," he says, his voice a low rumble. His hands grip your thighs, pushing them apart. You resist briefly, but his gaze, fierce and intense, holds you captive. Slowly, you comply.
He looks at you, his gaze dark and intense. Then he leans down, his mouth finding your core. His tongue delves in, exploring, tasting. You gasp, your hips jerking. He's relentless, his mouth working you into a frenzy.
Your orgasm builds quickly, his tongue hitting all the right spots. You're a mess of gasps and moans, your hands gripping his hair tightly. As you fall over the edge, you scream his name.
He lifts his head, licking his lips clean. You look down at him, your body slack with satisfaction. He smiles, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips.
"That was just the beginning," he promises.
He reaches for his belt, undoing it with jerky movements. You watch, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your orgasm. When he's finally free, his cock springing into view, you lick your lips. He groans, his cock twitching.
"Don't do that unless you're ready to be fucked," he warns.
You smile at him, challenging. "What if I am?"
His growl is instantaneous as he pounces, his body covering yours. He lines himself up and thrusts in hard, burying himself to the hilt. You gasp at the invasion, but it quickly turns into a moan as he starts to move.
He's rough, brutal even. His hands grip your hips tightly as he pounds into you. You meet him thrust for thrust, your body taking everything he gives and demanding more.
Your bed creaks beneath you, the rhythmic sound filling the room along with your gasps and moans. He leans down, his mouth finding yours. He kisses you, hard and deep, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock.
You're approaching the edge again, your body tightening. He feels it, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. He swallows your scream, his body tensing as he finds his release.
He collapses on top of you, his body heavy and spent. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close. As your breathing returns to normal, he lifts his head, his gaze finding yours.
"Thank you," he says softly.
You smile at him, tracing his jawline again. "Now leave."
He hesitates, but he obeys. He rolls off you, pulling himself together. He picks up his mask, his knife, but he doesn't put them away. He looks at you one last time, his gaze lingering on your body.
"Goodbye," he says, his voice soft.
You don't reply, just watch as he slips out of your room, out of your house. You listen as his footsteps fade away, then you get up, locking the door behind him.
You climb back into bed, your body deliciously sore. You close your eyes, a smile on your lips. You'll see him again, you know that. But for now, it's just you and your memories.
And isn't that a pleasant thought to fall asleep to?
🎀: this was a requested work so i apologize if these seem a little too oc because i’m not that familiar with the group 🥹
[link] - sometimes wish likes to let you dominate him on days where he just wants to be taken care of, cumming in ways only you could do to him.
[link] - unashamed of his wants, keum always begs you to stay on your knees to watch him as he cums just for you and you two giggle when he says “wait, don’t stare at me like that, i’ll literally cum on your face!”
[link] - most of the time, mu likes to place nice with you, always touching you softly which makes you smile and giggle as you’re rocking back and forth on top of him.
[link] - amin always likes it when all he could hear from you were your pleasured moans, words telling him to keep going and that you were nearing your orgasm because that could just make him fuck you harder.
[link] - as sadistic as it is, baekseung likes to hear you complain about how it hurts and that you want him to slow down but you both know he won’t follow your wants.
[link] - ayden loves to have his mouth on your cunt, devouring your juices like it was something that he yearned to have in his mouth.
[link] - yewang is the tease between you two and he always brings that trait into the bedroom, always teasing you with his tongue.
[link] - jeff knows he could make you cum even through his fingers, he knows how fast you could release all over him even with just one touch.
@anisiamoisa SAID: ‘I wanted to request a Jeff Atkins imagine where they take the love drug (season two episode 7 I think) with Clay, Hannah, Alex and Sheri. Maybe some smut too’
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Warnings!: Just some cute smutty shit really, and mentions of drug use!
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Sometimes when being around someone, you start to feel exactly how they feel. In this case, being with Clay makes me anxious as hell. He’s walking with his hands twiddling through each other, and he’s made his body look incredibly small. “Are you alright Clay?” I giggle. By the look on his face, I’d say no. “I’m fine,” I look across to Hannah, who was walking the other side of him. She shrugs, which makes me laugh. “It’s okay to be nerv-” “it’s just that we don’t know where these drugs have come from. We could die!” He explodes as we get outside Jeff’s house. “I don’t think Jeff is tryna kill us Clay,” me and Hannah laugh along together. “If you die, at least you can haunt him,” I add, nudging him on the shoulder. “You are NOT helping!”
“There she is!” Jeff woo’s as I walk in. The ‘pointing’ makes me blush massively. Huge arms wrap themselves around my waist, pulling me in as close as he can. About three or four kisses get placed in several places on my face, before turning to Clay and Hannah. “Hey guys, welcome,” he says ‘normally’. “I see how it is; favouritism,” Clay mutters, which makes me laugh too much. “Oh Clay’s jealous!” The grip is removed from me, and I witness his arms wrap around Clay, lifting him up slightly. “Do you want one, Hannah?” He offers once he lets Clay’s feet touch the ground again. “I’m good, but thank you,” Jeff doesn’t care, and gives Hannah a hug anyway. I swear my boy is too pure for this world.
Once Sheri and Alex arrive, we sit in a circle-ish. Hannah sits next to Clay, then Alex, then Sheri, and Jeff sits between my legs. Playing with Jeff’s hair is honestly one of my favourite things. Once again, Clay is twiddling his thumbs. “Clay-” “isn’t sugar and caffeine a kind of high, right?” he blurts out. I watch Hannah out her hand over Clay’s, which makes his eyes widen. Seeing Clay all caught up with Hannah is so cute. He should honestly just go for it. But then again, this is Clay we’re on about. Never gonna happen. “Jenson, would I ever lead you astray?” I lock hands with Jeff, intertwining our fingers tightly together. He raises them. My heart melts more as he places a kiss on each of the backs of my hands. One on each. I smile to myself. He loosens his grip, letting my hand slid away as he stands up. Reaching into his pocket, he takes out a small clear bag with white pills in there. He passes on to each of us, leaving Clay till last. “This peer pressure.” He shakes his head. He takes the pill anyway, but you can see the clear uncertainty in his face. And his voice. And his everything really. “I’m not gonna force you Jenson,” Jeff sits back with me, but hints me to shuffle forwards instead. Once he places himself behind me, I decide this is my chance to take the comfiest seat there is... Jeff Atkins’ lap. “But it’ll be good for you.” In no more - or less - than a ‘three, two, one’, each of us had swallowed our drug. Clay hesitated, as if he was seeing if we were all gonna take it, but he took it nevertheless. And now we wait.
It was a fast turn around this time. I almost felt it as soon as I gulped it down. And now we sit laughing and giggling about shit that isn’t really funny. “You’re friends,” pause, “with Justin Foley.” Jeff cries in laughter to Alex. I’m not sure why it’s funny, but we all laugh along anyway. “He’s an asshole,” Alex shakes his head with a massive smile. “He is...” I look over to Sheri, who you can tell is thinking. “He’s kinda hot though?” I shake my head, which makes Jeff nudge me in the side. “You don’t think Foley’s hot?!” He gasps. I turn to him, locking eyes. I put each hand on either side of his face. Pause. And... “nope.” I say simply. He raises his eyebrows, as if it’s totally unbelievable that I don’t find him attractive. “But, no one compares to you, my love,” I cringily whisper into his ear. I feel his smile widen across his face. I turn to gaze into his eyes, face to face. “You two are disgustingly adorable,” Hannah throws a pillow our way.
We continue to laugh for what seems like a long time, but it’s actually only 10/15 minutes. The drug makes you just feel entirely positive. Like this is where you’re meant to be, right in this moment. I am with the right people in this basement. And I’ve hardly ever hung out with Sheri, or Alex, or Hannah. Clay though, Clay’s around a little bit. I get pulled out of my trance with a poke in my back. Fiercely, I snap my head around to face Jeff. “What are you thinking about?” He whispers, touching my face with his nose. Feeling his breath against my face sends my body in a whole other place. Somehow, even in my high state of mind, I swivel myself a bit too smoothly so I’m facing him. Now I’m straddled against his body. “About how cute your’s and Clay’s friendship is,” giggling, I bury my head into his shoulder. When he moves his hands across my body I feel the enhancement of that happy little pill. They cross from my thighs, to my hips, to waist in one very swift movement. That’s all. And it feels incredible. “He’s obsessed with me,” Clay’s voice sounds distant, although he’s just over 2 metres away. All I’m focussed on is the way Jeff’s hands feel on my body. I just want him close. Closer. “You love me though Jenson,” Jeff turns his head back to mine, and they are instantly practically touching. All I can seem to do is gaze into those beautiful eyes. If I was sober, I’d be cringing at myself. But I love this guy. “What are you thinking about now?” Shivers get sent down my spine by the whispers that flowed into my ear. A small smirk appears and disappears off his face. “You,” I smile, and blush, and try not to go into a giggle mess. “Me?” I bite my lip slightly and nod. “You’re too cute,” he kisses my cheek, then on my jawline, then once on my neck. And that’s all I needed. When our eyes lock once again, and our noses touch ever so slightly, I just can’t take it no more. I’m so in love with this guy. “I think we should-” is all I can say before he hops up, takes my hands, and we start walking upstairs.
Jeff walks into his bedroom first. I follow, pushing my entire body weight onto the door for it to close. It’s not heavy or anything. When I turn I see my beautiful boyfriend sat on the bed. I watch as his eyes scan my body from top to toe. My body sways as I walk towards him, and his gaze doesn’t change. “Stop! You’re making me embarrassed!” I push him on the shoulder. Soft hands embrace my still clothed hips. “You’re so beautiful,” whispering, he guides my body onto his, into a straddling position once again. My index finger goes to his lips, shushing him. The problem with pretty boy over here is he doesn’t shut up. So even when I shush him, he continues being absolutely fucking adorable. “I could look at you all day,” he shrugs. “Oh you could?” I question, pushing his chest down so he’s with his back against the bed. His hands proceed to smooth up and down my thighs as I’m leant over his with my clothes crotch on top of his. When they connect, Jeff’s face looks almost pleasured already. “You’re literally like a work of art,” he leans up to mutter into my ear. Before I can even reply, he rotates us so he’s on top. A kiss gets placed on my cheek. Another on my jawline. And another on my neck. A shockwave of pleasure gets sent through my body as I feel his tongue press against a very nice spot. Jeff knows my body better than I do. My hands go to the back of his neck. And then I realise that this isn’t what I want. Gently lifting his head, our eyes meet once again. Then I attach my lips onto his... finally.
Sometimes foreplay is a bit long. Sometimes it feels a little dirty. Sometimes you just wanna actually have a sensual moment. I wanna make love to my boyfriend. Especially in my cloud 9 state. His tongue glides along mine effortlessly. His hands smoothing from my waist to my hips to my thighs feels better than it ever has. Euphoria x100. In motion, he slips a hand to the front of my jeans, unbuttoning them and throwing them off. I giggle against his lips as they launch onto the floor. In a minuscule moment where his lips aren’t fix onto mine, I tug at the end of his tee. My hands magnetise onto the abs on his stomach with haste. The smile on Jeff’s face grows, but he presses his lips together in attempt to contain it. “What?” I whisper. “That kinda tickles,” my face: crimson.
In another supersonic action, my thong was on the floor. As was his joggers. All that remained between us was his boxers. And within seconds they had vanished too. “I love you,” I kiss him once. “So much,” I add, placing my lips against his in a lengthy kiss. You could hear it scream with passion and desire. Excitement rushed through my body as I finally feel his penis start to go inside me. My mouth widens to inhale a slightly deep breath of air. Having Jeff this close... I just know he’s mine. The pining kiss continued until he was fully inside. Eye to eye, nose to nose, I gaze up to him and smile. I get lost in the moment. This. This is perfection. There’s no place I’d rather be. No person I’d rather be with. This is it. Before anything, he stamps my forehead with a kiss. One, two, three. “You are so enthralling,” I look at him and frown with the biggest smile. “Enthral- what?” When I begin to giggle, he actually begins to blush. “Clay taught me it. It means, like, fascinating,” he explains. Which just makes my heart melt. I stick my bottom lip out in a sad motion. “What?” He nudges his nose against mine. “You’re just so cute,” I pin my lips back against his. Deep feelings of just pining for the godly specimen on top of me oozes through between the connection of our tongues.
My mouth widens as he begins to thrust himself out, and back in. He proceeds to place wet kisses against and around my lips. The heaviness of my breath correlates with the hand sliding up and down my thigh. Every touch sends an unexplainable feeling through my body. It must be the perfect blend of adrenaline, that love hormone and whatever the fuck drug I’m on. But I can’t focus on that. I can’t focus on anything but the fact that I’m in love with this boy. I’m making love to the boy that I love. The way he squeezes my thigh and my waist. I almost completely come undone when he lifts my right leg up slightly. “Fuck,” I moan against his tender lips. My fingers spread through his hair, pulling slightly more at every inch of pleasure pumping through my body. I know that I’m completely under his spell. I like it here.
I wrap my legs around his body more and more. Even though he’s as close as he can get, I’d try anything to get him closer. With every thrust I find myself not only a moaning mess, but falling for a boy that I’ve already fallen hard for. It’s like that excitement you get when you see a boy for the first time. And I don’t know what comes over me, but I flip us around so I end up being on top. My chest: flat against his. All I can do is smile cheekily. The thing with us is, we know each other. So I begin moving up and down on his manhood. Both of his hands go to my waist, guiding me at a steady pace. “Oh my god,” he rolls his eyes back. It’s nice to know I have some sort of hold on him, as back as that probably sounds. “You’re so beautiful,” kisses are placed all over my face, but mainly on my lips. Our tongues dance to the rhythm of our own beat. “Fuck Y/N,” this does it for me. His words send my body over the edge, pushing my insides to climax. As if it was in sync, Jeff reaches his too. I ride out both of our highs.
I throw myself down next to him. “You’re incredible, you know that?” He presses my body close to his. He feels like a dream. Or maybe it’s the very slightly delay of these drugs. Everything is just... more. “I think I just fell in love with you more,” he whisper into my ear. Every breath I cherish. “You’re so fucking cute, you know that?” Is what I find to respond with. I look up to him and see him thinking. The concentration on his face was quite full on. “I don’t think we should go back to the others,” when he turns his head, our eyes immediately lock. “Whyyyyyy?” I cock my leg up onto his abdomen, turning to face him fully. “I just wanna cuddle.” The beautiful Jeff Atkins.
Description: Nasty Jeff smut including dirty talk, thigh-riding, and sex
Requested?: yes by @peabody-bitch19 and a bunch of anons
Warnings: NSFW, Sex, Swearing, etc. please dont read if youre under 18 (im lookin at u hills u better stop reading this here)
A/N: idec that this was short bc it was full of content i hope yall enjoy it
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She took her time getting ready. She wanted Jeff to have an erection the moment he laid eyes on her. Her skirt was short, but Jeff liked it like that. David picked her up last. The Tesla was packed like a can of sardines and the only place for her to sit was in Jeff's lap. His hands grabbed her waist and moved her so she was sitting on his thigh. Everybody was busy talking and didn't notice how he guided her back and forth over his thigh.
"Ride my leg like you're gonna ride my dick." Jeff whispered in her ear. She was turned on. His dick grew harder as he felt her wetness soak through his pants. He was glad he'd worn black pants, nobody would notice the wet spot. She held her breath. If she let out any air, a moan would come with it. She was the first to climb out of the car. Jeff looked up her skirt at her black lace thong as she stood up. He felt more blood rush to his dick.
"Good girl." Jeff brushed her hair behind her ear as he whispered to her again. Inside the party she spent the night grinding on her boyfriend. His dick was harder and more prominent every time her ass made contact with his crotch. He hugged her from behind and told her what he was going to do to her when they got back.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" His breath tickled her ear and she nodded. She threw her head back as he continued to say dirty things to her.
"I could bend you over the bar right now and fuck the shit outta you." His voice was deep and his accent was thick. He sucked on the sweet spot on her neck. She let out a small moan, unheard through the loud music of the party. She was tortured all night, dying to go somewhere and just fuck.
"Can we please go to the bathroom?" She begged him. She wanted Jeff to push her up against a stall and take her right there. She wanted him to bend her over the bathroom counter and slap her ass. She didn't even care if people would hear or see them. She wanted his dick inside of her.
They rode in the very back of the Tesla alone, a few people had gotten ubers, so there was more room this time. Zane was drunk and saying stupid things to David. He didn't realize his drunk yelling was covering up the sound of y/n gagging on Jeff's cock. She relaxed her throat and let his dick fully enter her mouth. She held it for a small amount of time, needing to come up for air soon. The car got quiet. Adrenaline pumped through her as she thought about getting caught. She held his dick in her mouth and held her breath for as long as possible until Jeff said something about turning the music up.
She released his dick and took a deep breath, sitting back up in her seat as she recovered. Jeff put his dick away as David pulled in to Jeff's apartment complex. The couple made out the entire elevator ride, making it really awkward for one of his neighbors that was just trying to get home. Jeff slammed her against the back of his door as it shut. Nerf licked Jeff's ankles, and Jeff paid no attention.
Immediately he moved her thong to the side and slipped a finger into her. She moaned loudly and wrapped her legs around Jeff's waist. He carried her into his bedroom and dropped her onto the bed before stripping her down, admiring her lace bra and thong. He slipped his clothes off and climbed on top of her. Her hand ran over the tattoo on his shoulder as she felt his muscles. He ripped off her underwear and muttered that he would buy her a new set. Her hands slid up his back and clawed into him as he thrust into her. He filled her up, repeatedly hitting her g-spot. They moaned and screamed together as Jeff moved faster and faster.
They reached a peak, cumming at the same time. His cum was hot and filled up her vagina. He watched it leak out as they attempted to catch their breath.
"Usually we have to do it in more than one position, but that was great." She said as she wiped the sweat off of her head.
"Usually we don't tease eachother all night." He reminded her.
pairing: jeff pfister x reader
genre: smut
summary: after bringing the two crackheads their coffee, you bite off more than you thought you could chew with a certain blonde scientist.
warnings: rushed spicy stuff, drug use. bratty sub behaviour? idk I ain't good with defining sexy stuff lmao
word count: 2900
a/n: lowkey a joke. highkey not.
“If you can get four, then get four,” Mutt spoke down the phone.
“If I get four, then I'm having one,” you responded as you stood in a slow-moving queue, scanning the list of coffee sizes and flavours.
“I gave you the money for me and Jeff, not for you,” Mutt responded to your growing annoyance.
“So you can spend grands on cocaine and hookers but refuse to by your own sister a cuppa’ coffee? Really great brother you are,” you replied, your voice oozing sarcasm, ordering the four coffees and waiting for them patiently, “I’m not your assistant Mutt, next time you can get your own damn coffee.” You hung up before he gave you another snarky response about not needing to do anything himself. Sighing, you thanked the cashier and left the aroma filled coffee shop, four caramel macchiatos in hand.
You loved your brother, but he was an asshole.
The walk to the Kineros Robotics building wasn’t far, and with the weather warm on your skin as you walked, you’d much preferred it to driving. Mutt has offered to let you take his car, but you preferred the simplicity of walking and pretty much hated the extravagance of Mutt’s new lifestyle choices.
The sleek elevator of the building took you down to Mutt’s place of worship, the modern minimalistic white walls bright and often headache inducing. Splashes of colour from the lady in purple was the only thing that stood vibrant amongst the desolate canvas of white, the sound of your boots on the floor and tapping of computer keys the only noises to bounce of the plain walls of the eerily long corridor.
“Hope you like macchiatos.” You said as you casually placed a coffee cup in front of Miss Venable, the purple of her clothing against her bright orange hair complimenting but making your eyes sore.
Miss Venable has an authoritative God Complex, but she never managed to intimidate you. She could tell you to get out as much as she wanted and you could simply laugh in her face, acting sickly sweet always furthered her annoyance. You would be kind where you could be, knowing that working for your brother and his idiot friend Jeff all day every day was probably the most frustrating job in the world.
“I don’t see the need to take pleasure in caffeinated drinks, especially when at work.” She responded.
“Stop living like a robot for once, it’s only coffee,” You responded with a sigh and a smile, “I won’t tell anyone, promise, plus, it’s on Mutt.”
As you strolled past the large glass windows and into Mutt and Jeff’s office you spotted the orange-haired lady in the reflection of the glass, sipping quickly at her coffee. You gave her a sly smirk, shaking your head and rolling your eyes. Typical.
Huge mountains of white powder littered the room, Jeff and Mutt sat at their desks, typing away at their laptops furiously.
“I think if I stay in this room long enough I’d breathe in enough cocaine to kill me,” You sighed as you sat Mutt’s coffee down in front of him, throwing your tote bag from your shoulder onto the floor next to Jeff’s desk, “You guys are so gross, how long have you been in here?”
“What only one coffee?” Mutt asked ignoring your question, his attention turning from his computer coding onto you as you passed Jeff’s coffee over to him as well. Jeff gave you a small smile.
“You want me to pour that coffee all over your head or are you gonna drink your one coffee and shut the hell up?” You asked Mutt, throwing his bank card at him as Jeff peered over the top of his computer screen to watch you both, chuckling under his breath. Mutt gave you a glare as you hopped up onto Jeff’s desk, leaning over him slightly to inspect his work.
“What are you working on?” You asked, looking at his computer interested. You spotted the way his eyes left his computer and stalked across your legs, resting his gaze on your thighs for a moment. You rolled your eyes with a smile.
Hopping off his desk, you lowered your voice as not to gain the attention of Mutt who sat barely meters away, “Y’know, if your gonna keep staring at me you should try not being so obvious about it.”
It wasn’t hard for you to get under Jeff’s skin. You’d managed to rile him up a fair few times in the past, even managing to give him a boner at a family party. Jeff wasn’t exactly what you looked for in a partner; a cocaine addiction was bound to warn anyone away. You still found yourself looking forward to winding him up when you came to visit Mutt. You found yourself thinking about him more and more. You’d even caught yourself on a couple of occasions feeling annoyed if Mutt would mention Jeff sleeping with an escort or fucking the accountant from the building across the road. You took pleasure in watching his face turn red and him shuffle in his seat when you teased him.
“What are you doing today?” Mutt asked as you wandered around the room aimlessly, poking at their robots in both disgust and amazement.
“Nothing,” you responded in annoyance, “I was supposed to be working on some installation in Florida this week, something to do with a string of murders in the 50′s but the guy running it decided to go get himself killed, so now I’m free all week.”
“How compassionate of you.” Mutt said sarcastically. You snarled at him, sitting in one of the many spinning leather chairs across from him.
“What are you guys working on?” You sighed, still interested, screwing up a little ball of paper and throwing it at Mutt.
“Just coding some updates,” Jeff replied, inspecting the realistic robotic doll hand on his desk. You rolled your chair over to watch him. “People are complaining that the speeds aren't varied enough and the wrist movements aren't as natural as they should be. Assholes. They never stop asking for more.” He sighed as you watched him play around with some wiring.
“Pffft. Like they’d even know. They're paying for a fucking sex robot, I doubt they’ve ever been near a real woman.”
“Hey! Don't disrespect the craft or the customer!” Mutt shouted, sniffing a line of already finely cut cocaine from off the table in front of him. Jeff followed suit and you shot them both a glare.
“You’re both so fucked up.” You rolled your eyes, as Jeff watched you stand, his eyes trailing down your body slowly. He didn’t know if it was the cocaine making him more sexually aroused but he knew he’d always found you attractive. Watching you saunter around his office aimlessly drove him a little mad with excitement. He wished that Mutt wasn’t here, that he had the office to himself and he was free to do whatever he wanted with you and you with him. You were a forbidden fruit, consistently teasing him into taking a bite for himself.
“You ever think about making a male version of these things?” You said lifting one of the robot's arms up and letting it go so it fell at her side.
“Be careful with her!” Mutt looked at you annoyed.
“Why would we do that?” Jeff asked.
“Cause there's just as many sad lonely sexually frustrated woman out there wanting to fuck as there are men,” you watched Jeff wriggle in his seat as he listened to you, “You guys could really expand your audience.”
Mutt laughed. “We’re not gonna spend our valuable time making huge man dicks for horny old women.”
“Fine.” You shrugged, sipping at your coffee and eyeing Jeff up who stared at you intently as you sucked on your straw teasingly, “But you perverts are missing out on a plethora of nerdy virgin and milf porn with those camera vision things. Just saying.”
You grabbed your jacket and coffee in your hand and started to make your way out of their man cave, “I want 20% of your profit if you do it or I’ll sue you both.”
“Whatever,” Mutt called, without turning to say goodbye, his focus still on his computer and mountain of cocaine.
“Bye nerds.” You called, giving Jeff a sly wink as he watched your figure disappear behind the white corridor walls.
-
You were in the bathroom when you realised you’d left your bag in the office. Jeff, however, had realised you’d left your bag immediately - hoping you’d done it on purpose so that you’d come back afterwards when it was just you and him and he could fuck you on Mutt’s desk.
He’d eyed it for a while. Staying silent in-between line after line of cocaine up his nostrils and a few taps at his keyboard. He couldn’t concentrate on anything; you had preoccupied his mind and filled all the spaces with images of you moaning beneath him. He tapped his pen against his smooth white desk, biting the pen lid between his teeth, his eyes focussed on your bag.
‘If she left it accidentally she will be back for it soon,’ Jeff thought to himself, frustration building up in his mind.
Jeff had everything he’d ever wanted, everything other than you. With that thought in mind, he decided to go for it; to hunt you down with the gentlemanly excuse of returning your possessions and attempt to sweep you off your feet in the process. He was tired of being tormented and teased. And what was the worst that could happen?
He took to his feet quickly, mumbling an excuse to an uninterested Mutt, and sweeped the bag from off of the floor, darting out of the office quickly.
“You seen [Y/N] around? She left her bag.” Jeff asked Miss Venable in a desperate tone.
“She excused herself to the bathroom. I can take that off of your hands if you wish?” She asked, suspicion running through her cold voice.
Jeff shook her off, stalking towards the office bathroom just around the corner without another word. His body, and nose, were filled with false confidence. His heart felt like it had come out of his chest when he saw you leaving the bathroom, jacket thinly covering your shoulders. You stood, both staring at each other at opposite ends of the corridor. He felt like no amount of cocaine could give him the confidence he needed to be able to do what he wanted to most.
“Jeff.” You called to him, a small smile on your lips. You felt a little excitement flare in your chest, wondering what sort of divine entity had managed to bless you with Jeff stood awkwardly by himself in front of you.
“[Y/N],” He responded quickly, his legs moving him towards you before he knew what he was doing, “You left your bag.”
You smiled at him suspiciously, surprised at his genuine gesture, “Thanks. You didn’t have to.”
“I know, I wanted to.” He replied staring at you, his eyes obviously lustful and frustrated. You were both silent for a while, just staring at each other.
“Well, if there's nothing else you want,” You said, delicately grazing your fingers over Jeff’s hand as you took your bag from him, teasing him even more, “I’ll see you.”
Jeff wrapped his hand around your wrist as you attempted to walk away from him, causing you to shoot him a look of both confusion, annoyance and lust.
“You know what I want.” Jeff breathed out heavily, seriousness riddled in his voice, his eyes even darker than usual. You could feel your heart quickening as the grip on your wrist got tighter.
“And what is that?” You teased him further.
He didn’t reply, simply dragging you back into the toilet cubicle you had exited from. He ignored your huffed laughs and weak protests as he locked the door behind you both, pushing you against the nearest wall and pressing his lips against yours desperately before you could question his actions.
You couldn’t think at first. It felt like your mind went blank as Jeff pinned your body against the cold tiled wall behind you. You grabbed his face, deepening the kiss, smiling at how easily you’d managed to get him right where you wanted him and eagerly sucking at his bottom lip.
Jeff broke the kiss first, taking off his shirt and throwing it to the floor. You followed his actions, taking off your thin jacket and connecting your lips desperately once more as you clumsily backed him against the sinks and attempted to unbutton his belt.
As you fiddled with his jeans he fiddled with yours, pulling off your shirt and shuffled his jeans down to his ankles. Each item of clothing that was pulled off sent lust to pool between your thighs. Each kiss of Jeff’s lips against the hot skin of your neck sent tingles down your spine.
"Fuck,” He cursed as he spun you around to face the mirrors that hovered over the sinks. He was behind you and you watched as he sucked purple spots onto your exposed flesh, your hands finding their way into his hair as his found there way into your underwear, “You’re so wet.” Jeff took this as a personal achievement, his digits sliding across your heat as he watched your mouth open and a moan slip out.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He said, frustration clear in his voice, his growing excitement rubbing against you as he bent you over the sink harshly, his fingers leaving your warmth and pulling the thin fabric down your legs and away from your body. You were exposed to him, finally at his mercy.
He took his length out and pumped himself a few times, sticking one of his fingers inside you as you bit your lip in excitement and pleasure. The hurriedness of the situation and the worry that filled you both in case you were caught, it turned you on more than anything you’d experienced in the past.
“You have to stop teasing me, [Y/N],” Jeff said as he replaced his finger with the tip of his dick, rubbing it against your folds, eager to turn the tables, “How would like it I left you here now? Horny and alone. Humiliated. You’d hate it.”
“But you wouldn’t do that.” You hummed knowingly, moving your ass back and desperate for more contact.
“You think your smart to tease me the way you do?” Jeff said, taking a handful of your hair in his hand roughly, “You’re such a little brat.”
“Jeff, shut up and fuck me.” You shouted, causing him to laugh lightly, yank your hair up and pull you onto his thick throbbing length.
You both let out a moan of satisfaction. He never let you adjust to his size, slamming into you fast and hard, in and out, the sounds of skin slapping on skin bouncing off the small enclosed walls of the bathroom immediately. His fingers let go of your hair and grabbed at your thighs, driving his hips into yours fast and hard, his thumbs digging into you harshly and the cold feeling of the sink digging into your front. You watched in the mirror as Jeff fucked you from behind, his face contorting in pleasure, his eyes catching your own with a devilish smile.
“You like watching me fuck you, huh?” He asked, grabbing at your neck and pulling you up so your back was pressed flush again his chest, his cock still driving in and out of you fast, both of you watching each other in the reflection as Jeff kissed sloppily at your neck, using his free hand to rub circles on your throbbing clit.
You moaned at the feeling, Jeff’s name spilling from your swollen lips. The sound of his name from your fucked out tired voice sent him crazy, the pleasure from your tight walls wrapped around him giving him an experience that no amount of drugs could compare to.
He kept on at your clit, surprisingly accurate for a man who loves cocaine and maths a little too much. The feeling off his throbbing cock deep inside you, his fingers rubbing at you sensitive nub, the way his hips snapped into yours and his hand grabbed at your throat was too much for you. Your legs were becoming weaker and the coil in your stomach was about to come undone.
“Don’t stop Jeff, oh fuck,” You moaned out, grabbing at his strong thighs behind you leaving little nail marks in your fingertips wake.
“You gonna cum?” Jeff asked confidently. You nodded taking your bottom lip in your teeth to stop yourself from moaning too loudly, the feeling of euphoria erupting from your stomach and spreading through your body.
Your legs quivered as your orgasm pulsated throughout your core, you walls contracting around Jeff’s cock. He moaned at the feeling, fucking you through your orgasm, letting go of your throat and pushing you against the sinks once more. You gripped onto the sinks to keep your tired body up as Jeff continued to pound into you, soon pulling out and finishing on your back with a loud groan of your name.
“Fuck.” He swore breathlessly, his hands rubbing at your thighs fondly, placing a sweet kiss on the nape of your neck, a harsh contrast to the Jeff who just fucked you into the bathroom sinks a couple minutes ago.
“You better clean that up.” You shot him a smirk.
He shot you a smirk back through the mirror, looking at your flushed red and sweaty face. He could definitely get used to seeing you in this manner.
“You should leave your bag in the office more often.”
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A/N: I decided to have the reader not sniff cocaine cause not everyone is comfortable with that shit and also its lowkey triggering for my cocaine habit lmao. Cocaine is a hell of a drug kids I suggest not indulging in it what-so-ever; also I think Jeff would be emotionally all over the place cause of all the drugs so I wrote him in a way where he’s confident and then not it’s because that’s something it will do lol. Also, coke affects your sex drive so if this was irl he’d likely be struggling to even keep it up, gonna thank satan for that one. Also, yes I think Jeff is a talker and a little bit rough; stereotyped but he is a Satanist after all!
