Maze Runner Smut Oneshots (Requests Open)

Horny Traitor (Teresa)

Masterbation, fingering, hair pulling kink

Y/N is just supposed to be a test subject to me now. She's just supposed to be someone I study to find the cure. I know that.

She's pissed at me. She doesn't understand why I would do this. All she sees is a betrayal.

I see everything when I look at her though. I see late nights of us talking. I see quiet laughing as we told jokes. I see sweet glances from across the room. I see shiny stars that we admired from our windows.

I see her hands traveling up my clothes. I see her pressing her lips all over my body. I see her head buried between my thighs. I see her naked body pressed completely against mine.

I loved all my nights with her, but those were something else. Those were undescribable. They were pure magic. They were everything to me. They were the reason I would be stumbling a little the next day. They were the reason my hair was a mess. They were-
"Teresa, what do you think?"

"What?"I asked quickly, shifting in my seat as I realized there was a wetness down there from my fantasies. Pulling my skirt down so it would be less noticable, I sat up straight.

"About the progress. What do you think?"

"Oh. I think it's great,"I said quickly, crossing my legs together.

"See? Great progress. That's all we need to hear,"She insisted.

"Oh, well, if that's it, I'll get back to work,"I rushed out, standing up and walking to the door.

"Oh, wait-"
Not letting her finish, I shut it before turning to the nearest bathroom. Barging in, I locked the door before standing in front of the mirror.

With my palms pressed to the sink, I grinded my sensitive pussy against the counter. Biting my lip, I shut my eyes as I relived our night together. I still remember how she would take me in front of the mirror, bending me over and making me watch as she fingered me. She would tangle her hands in my hair as she fucked me until my legs gave out.

Increasing my pace, I let out a moan as I thought about it. Unable to help myself, I dropped my skirt as I took my hand and put it inside my panties.

"Y/N, oh god, Y/N,"I quietly moaned as I was right there.

"So this is what you do in your free time?"

Jumping at the voice, I turned around to see her standing by the door.

"I'm so sorry. I really am. I didn't mean to-"
"No. You're sorry that you got caught,"She corrected, a devilish smirk on her face as she slowly clicked the door behind her until it locked.

"What are you doing here?"I asked as I pulled my skirt up.

"Funny story actually. I was on my way to lunch and heard my name. I asked to use the bathroom, and they let me go,"She answered, walking over. As she stood eye to eye, my breath hitched in my throat. "The real question is, what are you doing here? Touching yourself while thinking of me?"

“I’m sorry,”I repeated.

"Hmm. Are you?"She smirked, grabbing my face with both her hands. With my cheeks turning bright red, I could only stare at her. "Do you need somebody to fuck you, Teresa? Do you need me to satisfy you?"

"I-I do,"I admitted.

"So even after what you did, that pussy still belongs to me?"She grinned.

"All of me belongs to you somehow, even if you don't want me,"I admitted.

Grabbing my waist, she turned me around to face the mirror. With both her hands around my stomach, she rested her chin on my shoulder.

"You know, I'm absolutely pissed at you, but I could never pass up an opportunity to fuck your brains out. Isn't that weird? That I would still get on my hands and knees if it meant getting to taste you?"She whispered, moving one hand down my thigh and the other up my chest. Grabbing my boob, she held it in her palm as she snuck her fingers up my skirt.

"Take it off,"She ordered.

"Yes,"I obliged, sliding it down my legs. As I kept looking in the mirror, I saw the wet patch in my underwear.

"We'll just have to fix that, won't we?"She asked, kissing my neck as her hand traveled between my thighs. Letting out a whimper, I shut my eyes before she harshly bit down on my neck, making them open just as she pulled my panties to the side.

Taking two of her fingers, she started trailing them along my folds, making me moan. Moving her other hand down, she tugged my panties off before starting to quickly unbutton my shirt. Throwing it to the ground, she bit down on my neck again before unclipping my bra, leaving me naked in front of her.

"Hmm. Beautiful,"She hummed, opening my folds for me to see. I let out a gasp at the cold air.

Taking those two fingers, she slid them inside of me while starting to grab my breast. She took my nipple between her thumb and index finger and gently pinched down as she began harshly sucking on my neck.

Using her thumb, she started rubbing circles on my clit, making my body shake at her much longed for touch. She started increasing her pace with her fingers inside of me, causing me to have to bite down on my lip so I wouldn't start screaming her name. I both felt and watched my liquids spill down my thighs and form a puddle at my feet as the knot in my core that I had missed so much returned.

Moving her hand down, she started rubbing my thighs as she kept her lips on my skin. With my chest frantically heaving, my eyes shut as I broke, my liquids spilling on both her hands and falling down my legs even faster.

With no time to react, she grabbed my hair and forced me against the counter, causing me to moan. Keeping that hand in it, she started pulling at my loose strands as she stuck her fingers deep inside of me. She pumped them in and out with such force that my body was moved forward each time. Reaching out, I had to put both my hands on the mirror for balance, leaving prints down it.

I don't care though. How could I care about anything right now?

At an almost inhumane pace, she kept fucking my brains out as my legs were shaking. My moans turned to whimpers as she pulled my hair, making me look at the mess I was becoming for her.

With the pressure coming back in my lower stomach, my walls clenched around her fingers. My mouth was half open as I kept gasping and whimpering.

She tugged harder on my hair before adding a third finger, causing me to shriek for a moment as I released. Keeping her hand there, she collected some of my cum as it dripped down her fingers.

Taking her hand out of my hair, she grabbed my breast as she tauntingly placed her finger in front of my mouth. As I opened for her, she stuck it deep inside my throat. My eyes shut as I gagged before closing my lips and swirling my tongue around her fingers.

When she decided I was done she pulled it out. With me still leaning against the sink, I was back to gripping the counter as I was gasping and breathing heavily. I could barely see through that overwhelming pleasure she just gave me.

As though nothing happened, she started washing her hands.

"Y/N?"I asked through shaky breaths.

"I'm still mad at you,"She said simply as she dried them.

"Oh,"I mumbled, my shoulders dropping in disappointment.

"Come to my cell tonight. I'm not finished with you."

"Oh?"I kind of asked.

"Goodbye, Teresa. I'll see you soon."

"Okay. I love-"
Before I could finish my sentence she left me standing there, naked, in front of a mirror, covered in hickeys and my cum, with knots in my hair.

She hasn't forgiven me for this yet, and I don't know how much she still loves me.

She's sure as hell fucking me though so that has to mean something.

Right?