#jealous!scott

mdni .•*

Scott Barringer x reader • jealous!scott • oral (f receiving) • puss eating • proving he’s better • smut with plot • jealousy makes him hotter some how • not proof read yet sryyy

I’ll keep it short and sweet :-)

SCOTT BARRINGER is on a good day, very sure of himself and his relationship with you. very sure until he saw laith making you giggle and laugh.

BANG.

“what was that?” Scott asks, his hands pinning you to the stone wall by your shoulders. you crinkle your nose and manage to push him off. “what are you talking about?” you scoff.

his face hardens and he stays silent before eventually speaking up. “do you like him?” he asks, voice more madder than before hand. you roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. “No Scott, I don’t.” you say it like it’s common knowledge.

he sighs, reaching a hand out to grab your hip. his thumb circling your hip bone slowly. “You like driving me crazy, don’t you?” he accuses angrily, voice picking up some more volume. “don’t say that Scott” you shake your head at the accusation.

“Say it. say you want that dickhead and not me—go on” Scott dares, though there is more insecurity in his voice, then anger. you frown and shake your head again. “I want you Scott, you know that.” your voice is now softer.

he pushes you against the stone wall, this time he’s gentle. his hands slide down to your arse—grabbing a handful of soft flesh before grunting. “Say it again.” he whispers, eyes flickering down to your lips. he wants to see your lips move around the words. “I want you Scott.” you whisper, more sure and firm then before.

before you can say anymore his lips are against yours in a heated kiss, his hands let go of your ass and are already working on your shorts. your hands reach up to unbuckle his belt but he stops you. “no, i wanna make you feel good” he whispers as he tugs down your shorts. he leans back down to continue kissing you, his fingers hook under the waistband of your panties before sliding them down.

he slowly kneels down on the wood chips, grabbing one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder. making you gasp and grab his sandy blonde hair for support. he looks at your pussy—already swollen from the kiss. he pokes out his tongue and slides the wet muscles up your slit, you shiver and tug on his hair.

he flattens his tongue and continues to lick your ashy pink clit, tasting your sweet arousal. he groans, effectively making his tongue buzzed against your clit. you yank his hair and whine. “hurry” you beg. usually he would tease but now he’s proving how much better he is than laith. he wraps his lips around your clit and begins to suck.

you gasp before throwing your head back, your face scrunching in pleasure and need. his hands grip your thighs tighter as he eats you out, putting in all his effort until you begin to shake and moan. you try to suppress your moans but it’s no use, your a mess for Scott. “oh my god!” you inhale before cumming on his mouth.

he give your pussy one last lick before looking up at you, his chin and mouth covered in your juices, a huge grin on his lips.

much better than laith,

xoxo polka :-)

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What's Up Pinocchio? by Brego_Mellon_Nin (1/1 | 11,961 | NC17)

Stiles has settled in for a bit of self indulgence, favorite porn uploaded and ready, his recently neglected dick already stirring. For a few minutes he simply watches as the two guys start kissing and touching, but as soon as the bigger guy starts sucking his partner, Stiles groans and grabs for his own erection. Except, when he grabs hold of it, it feels… foreign in his hand. Pulse jumping, he snaps his eyes downward. Then he sputters and flails, nearly tipping over the edge of the mattress. What the everloving fuck?

Stiles knows his dick, okay? He knows it well. He knows how long it is, how thick it is - measuring is a normal thing for a curious teenager, it really is - but somehow, that’s not true anymore.

In The Upper Story by toraten (2/2 | 15,383 | PG13)

Stiles accompanies Scott to a werewolf tattoo parlor where Stiles finds an old friend.

Well.

The guy almost died in his arms that one time and Stiles saved him by using forbidden ancient Russian rune magic. That sort of makes them friends, right?

Romeo & Juliet (Derek & Stiles) by XxIceColdRainxX (12/20 | 25,430 | PG13)

This is waaay late but here!! If looks could kill this guy would’ve been six feet under. Twice. The room doesn’t smell like sex but there’s a thick cloud of arousal and Scott can’t really tell who it’s coming from. Stiles let out a whoop of joy and high fives his ‘Study partner’ and Scott glares even harder. This was their game. It was Scott’s favorite game to be honest. It was a game they only played with each other. At least Scott thought it was a game they only played together. He lets out a low growl. The guy lasts all of 4 more minutes before he’s making an excuse and grabbing his things and leaving.

He’s barely out of the door before Scott is barreling into Stiles. Stiles yelps as Scott situates him how he wants him then wraps himself around him. “Seriously?” Scott let a growl rumble in his throat. “Jealous of my new friend? Really Scott.”

“He wants to be more than friends. He stunk up the place.”

"You’re busy again?" Scott scoffed, stopping in the middle of the hallway after Stiles told him he promised Malia they could study, ditching him for the third time that week. "She could really use the help, dude, I’m sorry. How about Saturday?"

Scott rolled his eyes, letting out a long huff as he glared in Stiles’ direction. “Stiles, you know I’m spending the day with my mom Saturday.”

He shrugged, giving Scott sympathetic look that only irritated him farther. “Why don’t you have time for me anymore, dude? This is ridiculous.”

Stiles narrowed his eyes and placed his hands on his hips. “Yeah, and how do you think I felt when Allison came into the picture and suddenly became your everything? Poor Stiles was single and lonely and where were you?”

Scott winced at the sound of her name, crossing his arms as he looked towards the ground. “Come on, Stiles, I still made time for you.”

Stiles snorted, leaning against a nearby locker. “Yeah, barely. And what about when Isaac came along, huh? I certainly felt like I was being put on the back burner when you started getting all wolfy with him, and did you hear me complaining?”

"Yes." Scott shook his head, making a confused face. "You complained all the time. And threatened him, constantly."

“Lahey had it coming.” Stiles mumbled scratching the back of his head. “Well, things are different now!” Scott said, stepping in front of Stiles so he could face him fully.

Stiles rolled his eyes, and shook his head a bit. “How?”

"We’ve been through more." Scott dropped his voice, stepping a bit closer to Stiles. "We’ve lost more and we’ve grown. The thought of losing you, it’s… unfathomable."

Stiles blinked, lifting a hand to place on Scott’s shoulder with a sincere smile on his lips. “You won’t lose me, man. I promise. You’ll never lose me.”

It all begins with Derek lying in the road, an alarming shade of green. As per usual, it just goes downhill from there.