Maze Runner Smut Oneshots (Requests Open)

Unfinished History (Brenda & Teresa)

Threesome, thigh riding, face riding, oral (given), spitting

Kidnapping Teresa was an . . . interesting experience. While I’m sure almost nobody else actually cared, Brenda and have some . . . unfinished history with her to say the least. While it was definitely fun, it was sort of ruined when she betrayed everyone.

As she was both bound to a chair and unable to see (basically blindfolded), I met Brenda’s eyes to see that her face was also flushed as the memories came back. The memories of all us, naked bodies pressed together, lips connected, tasting each other, as we became sweaty messes on our knees for the other. The memories of of tongues colliding and cum dripping down our thighs spilled throughout all of her heads.

As Teresa’s face turned red as she looked at us, it was clear that she remembered just as well as us. She remembers all that pleasure that we gave each other.

I wonder what she did with the tapes, if she watches them at night as she touches herself. I wonder if she misses the feeling of our hands all over her.

As she had finished cutting chips out of people's necks, Brenda and I had sat in the corner, pretending not to feel her eyes on us.

She looks great. I won't lie about that. She looks like she’d be nice to put on the table as we ripped all our clothes off.

None of us actually know what to do. Our bodies all seemed to be aching for the others, but the way things ended were pretty harsh.

“We’re gonna go to get some rest for tomorrow. Can you and Y/N take care of Teresa for now?”Newt asked.

Our faces all turned an even deeper red as we thought about the innuendo.

‘Take care of Teresa.’

We used to be great at that, and she definitely returned the favor.

“Yeah. That's no problem,”Brenda promised, grabbing her wrist. I grabbed her other one as we led her to our room, where we’d tie her up and pretend we didn't use to do that for more fun reasons.

“You don't have to tie me up. I’m not going anywhere,”She insisted as Brenda locked the door while I grabbed the ropes.

“It's just a precaution,”I explained.

“Just a precaution? Did we always use to have those?”

We froze as she voiced both our thoughts.

“You can be mad at me all you want, but don't deny that you would still do it if you had the chance.”

“We wouldn't,”Brenda lied.

“Really? If I dropped to my knees for you both, if I let you use me again, you would say no?”

Shivers ran down my spine as I turned to see her. Neither Brenda nor I had anything to say as we knew the truth.

We’d accept that in a heartbeat.

“I thought about you both everyday. I thought about the things we used to do to each other,”She admitted.

“That-that’s over now,”Brenda said, her voice shaking.

“I haven't told you what I would do when I thought about it,”She said in that voice. In the voice that has us both in a chokehold.

“We don't care,”Brenda lied.

“I would take my hands and play with myself. I would stick my fingers deep inside of me as I moaned your names, wishing it was you both touching-”
Cutting her off, Brenda pushed her against the door and smashed her lips against hers. Pulling her jacket off, Teresa dropped it to the floor as she started unbuttoning her blouse.