#newt and gally are sick of them both (affectionately)

[scorchedmazes]

yes minho is a long distance runner but he would also obliterate a 400m, 1k, 5k, etc.

newt and gally sit off to the side and watch him and thomas (and time them bc minho forces them to even though he totally owns two watches)

thomas is just trying to keep up with his pace.

[newts-limp]

Somthing WCKD can't take away

Warnings: smut (*yayy*) mild curse words

Summary: y/n, the only girl in the glade is sick of boys teasing her. Her best friend Newt decides to take matters into his own hands...

Y/n was frustrated all day long. It was the night of the bonfire and she was constantly getting picked on by all the boys in the Glade. Even Gally was picking on her, sometimes even attempting to advance on her. She had enough. The next person who tried....she just might become violent.

It was late at night and she and Newt sat at by the edge of the forest called the Deadheads. It was her favorite place because the other Gladers barely went there.

Unfortunately, Gally saw them and began walking his way toward her and her best friend. She threw her head back in a groan at the sight of him. "Piss off, Gally! I don't want to fight you in the circle!"

"How about fighting in a bed?" Gally asks suggestively, hiding a smirk. Y/n stood up slowly and offered him a hand. He was shocked at first, so was Newt. He took her small hand into his. Then, suddenly, she pulled him into her knee and kicked him between the legs, pulling away fast before she could get a receiving blow. "If any of you," she started, turning to face the rest of the Gladers, "Ask me that stupid question again....I will throw you in the maze myself!!"

Newt was up quickly to pull her away from Gally before she could harm him more. As he was being held up by her, he fell to the ground and gruntled, turning over to regather himself. Newt shoved y/n into the trees away from prying eyes. He looked mad, but he wasn't mad at her. His anger was towards the Gladers. It looked like he was going to give her a talking to and maybe throw her into the slammer....But he could never do that to her. He admired her too much.

After Gally groaned once more and limped off to the Homestead, Newt softly took y/n's hand and led her deeper into the woods.

The deeper they went, the calmer she got. It was just the two of them now. It was refreshing to be alone, as she was always stuck between these walls with the wretched horny boys.

Y/n stopped and sat against a tree after a while, slightly out of breath. "I'm sorry Newt," She said quietly, her voice slightly breaking. Newt sits down next to her and pulls her to his chest.

"Don't be sorry, Love. That shank deserved it," He said in a low voice. He kissed the top of her head and moved the hair out of her eyes. "I'm sorry that the boys are constantly bothering you....Tomorrow I'll make a meeting. I'll make sure you're never bothered again," He declared, holding her tightly to his chest. He had a teasing smile on his face that y/n adored. She straddled his lap and cuddled into him. Newt never thought of her affection as awkward or embarrassing. They always were this affectionate. Besides, everyone needed someone in the Glade.

"I appreciate you, Newt. You're the only one that I feel safe with," y/n whispers, her voice as soft as the wind. It was a bit cold from the breeze but that just gave her more of a reason to snuggle into him.

"I appreciate you too," Newt whispers. He planted another small kiss on her forehead and she giggled. He kissed her again and it was on her jaw. He was now laughing as he continued to kiss her.

"That tickles!" She laughed

"Good! You have to be punished for hurting Gally"

Y/n whimpered as she tried to get away from him. She was now on the ground and Newt was on top of her. He was tickling her and she was laughing loudly. She hears something and they both look at the . Newt sees the owner and chuckles before guiding her face to look at him with two fingers. "It's just a squirrel, Love." Y/n's heart flutters and she begins to hyperventilate a bit. He looked so fascinating. So charming above her. His chocolate brown eyes staring at her and his messy, sandy blonde hair falling over his eyes.

"Newt?" She said, just above a whisper.

"Yeah, Love?" Newt asked with a small smile.

"Would you be mad at me if I asked you to kiss me?" Her voice was softer now, barely being able to be heard. But he heard her just fine. His hand cupped her face gently. "Never," he responded huskily. And then, before she knew what was happening, he kissed her. Slowly tasting her every drop of nectar that rested in her mouth. He was entranced. He wanted to kiss her since she arrived in the Glade and now was finally able to do that.

He released the kiss with a giant gasp for air. He let her breathe for a second and went in again. This time she moaned from not expecting it. His pants were slowly becoming tighter, so he situated himself where his knee rested between her legs. This gained him more access to the kiss as well. He couldn't help but tease her, his knee pressed up against her. He didn't expect anything from the kiss, he just wanted to feel her lips on his. But he got more than he wanted. She fliped him over, his back now against the same tree they sat against. "You're teasing me," She stated the obvious. He nodded and pulls her into his lap.

Moments went by, staring into each other's soft eyes. "I know I said that I would throw someone in the maze if they asked me that question," y/n said, breaking the silence. "But you haven't asked me yet, Newt." Her voice was everything but innocent now. It was filled with desire, luring him in like a magnet.

"Do you want me to ask you?" Newt asked daringly.

"If you don't, I will."

Then Newt kisses her again; He groaned the second his tongue enters her mouth. His hands roaming her body, exploring it. His hands memorizing her curves, wanting her to be engraved in his brain forever. So that way W.C.K.D can never take it fully away.

Y/n pulled away from the kiss once again, her hands moving to her shirt. She started to slowly take off her shirt as Newt gazed at her lightly tanned skin. Now, Newt memorized her skin, the texture of her torso, the scars, freckles. It burns into his brain. Then he only kissed her with more need. Before Newt could resist, her hand reached down to his pants and started to palm him slightly. "You're going to kill me if you keep touching it like that," Newt murmurs against her lips. She says nothing and silently begs him to take his shirt off by tugging on the hem. He takes it off with one hand swiftly. Her hands roam his chest, admiring how he looked. She also wanted to remember every detail, every perfection, and imperfections that littered his body. "Stop staring," He mumbled. "Never." She smirked.

Newt held her closely and moved his lips down to her neck, kissing it softly. Licking the spots he kissed, and sucking on it as she looks down at him with innocent eyes. His chest was moving quickly. He comed his fingers through her hair, smiling almost like he is exhausted. His eyes were filled with lust as he stared at her markings on her neck.

Subsequently, all of their clothes were removed as they kissed and felt each other. Their breaths were heavy; Their kisses were too. The kiss was so long that they had to stop for air numerous times. Newt couldn't keep his hands off of her. He was so enamored by how alluring she looked. She was like a siren and he was the pirate amongst the beating sea waters; except at this point she was the seawater, she felt like it anyway.

"Newt... Please," She whimpers. Her hands were above her head, pinned to the soft dirt ground. His calloused, firm hands pinning them, their bodies grinding against each other like desperate animals.

"Patience, Love.... I wanna take my time with you," he responds with a crass, rough voice. He plants kisses under her ear, trailing down to her chest. Her beady eyes flutter at him doing so, never having felt such wonderful pleasure. She let out a satisfied moan, making him respond with a deep chuckle.

"Just wait until we continue." Newt managed out.

Y/n's hands eventually found his hips, his stomach, and then down to his member. He shuddered when her soft small hands toyed with with his red tip. "How is this on waiting?" She purrs bawdily. His mouth falls open and he nods. Her stomach fills with butterflies, feeling like they were riding on roller coasters.

"Don't stop," Newt moans with urgency. She smiled innocently at him, assuring she wasn't going to. Her hand twists on him slowly, massaging the sensitive head as she gives him direct eye contact. His eyes trained on hers, fluttering to stay open as it felt too phenomenal.

"You look so handsome," y/n praises in an attempt to tease him. He groans lowly, "Shut up-....." Then she speeds up, wanting him to feel that sweet relief. She also wanted to feel his release splatter all over her stomach. "Good boy," she murmurs as her free hand tickles his bicep that is holding his body up. Then she feels warmth on her abdomen, concurrently as he whispers her name repeatedly with a high-pitch moan. She broke into a satisfied smile as he released on her stomach. Newt ran his fingers through her hair as he motioned for her to stand up. "Alright, come here, Love," Newt murmured at he motioned for her to stand up. Y/n stood up slowly, in a shy manner. "W-was that ok?" She asked him in a quiet tone. "Bloody amazing, y/n," Newt chuckled and pulled her closer to him once again. "But we're not done yet," He added in a husky and lust filled tone. Y/n blushed and her stomach did somersaults as she heard him say that. All she could do was nod. God, she was excited though.

Newt gestured for her to straddle his lap as he sat up against a fallen log. "You sure you're alright with this, y/n?" Newt inquired, as she was just about to lower herself onto his length. She smiled and silently laughed, "if we went this far, I don't think there's any going back, eh?" Newt smirked at her response, "Then let's get bloody on with it then, shall we?" She nodded and slowly filled herself with his length, stifling a moan. Newts hands quickly gripped his waiste, holding her tightly as she began to move up and down on him. "Shit," he said under his breath as she began to move faster. Y/n hid her smile as Newts hips started to buck slightly, showing her how much he was enjoying himself.

(Shit ik this ends abruptly but I might add more to it later)