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YN is the only girl in the glade, has been for a year. When she came up in the box, Alby put in a set of rules to avoid any trouble. Not needing any surprises down the line that the Glader’s couldn’t afford. No one wanted to be in here, let alone raise something in this prison.
That didn’t stop any unwanted advances that came through. After a night in the slammer, they normally turned their actions around. Apologising to YN for how they acted, shaking hands before moving on with their day.
But when one Glader, he had shown interest in YN from the beginning. He kept to the side, watching what happened whenever someone would hit on YN or even put a hand on her without her approval. That was met with a Gathering and a night in the slammer, depending on how far they went with the touch.
When this one Glader goes against the rules, catching her off guard when she was collecting fertiliser for the Gardens. It was a chore that Zert or Newt had normally done, but they had been busy with the harvest and YN volunteered to get more to avoid a break in work.
She struggles to the ground, dropping the bucket and hand shovel that she tried to grip onto. It was too far away, when she grabbles at anything to get her hand on – gripping onto something, she grabs and swings. Not looking to see if it was fully affective, not giving time for him to gain any traction.
Running to the edge of the forest, just breaking through the trees. Seeing the others working, he catches her. Her clothes being ripped from her body, her screams were heard throughout the Glade. It was quiet at first, but soon pierced through the air. Everyone comes running, hearing her terrifying cries. She still fighting him off, not seeing anything else to swing at him. When she feels the pressure abruptly torn off of her, she could finally breath. Looking up, she sees Newt with a shovel in his hand. The other Gladers holding the Glader that attacks her down when they see that he had been stung.
It looked like it had been there for a while.
Newt gets YN to her feet, taking her to the Med Jacks. He was getting ready to leave so she had some privacy when she begs him not to leave her side. That he was the only one that she trusted inside the Glade. He does so, sitting beside her while she is getting an exam by Clint. He deems her safe to go, with only a few scraps to her skin where she had fallen and where the Glader had scratched to get her clothes off.
She didn’t noticed that her clothes were so torn when Newt stops her from leaving the Med Jacks hut – Clint had already left to give them some privacy. He pulls a few items from the storage box they had in the corner, they were over sized clothes that she would surely drown in. But she swallowed the lump in her throat and pulled them over her tattered clothes. “I’ll walk you to your hut.” She hears him whisper to her. She could only nod in response.
They make it back to her room, in the homestead. She still doesn’t want to be alone when Newt goes to leave and guard her door from anyone else entering while she gets cleaned up. She doesn’t let him leave, asking him to stay while she gets changed. He can only nod, after a few internal disputes that he shouldn’t be watching her change.
He couldn’t help his eyes from roaming over to her body, she had removed the torn shirt. Throwing it to the ground beside her. Her fingers played with the straps of her bra. Testing the fabric on if she needed to change it. The next thing to be removed was her pants, revealing her in just her panties and bra. Newt’s mouth formed cotton as he watched her. His hands going reflexively to the front of his own trousers. He had taken a seat on her bed that helped with his little problem.
He was snapped out of his trance when she speaks. Not for the first time though, “did you hear me?” She asks.
His eyes flick to her, he shakes his head but the cotton was still stuck in his throat.
She had turned towards him, he had full view of her – on full display for him. And only him. He watches her walk to him, her hips swaying as she takes each step. She halts a few spaces in front of him. He couldn’t help but feel like a pig in head lights.
He fought every muscle in his body to not reach out and feel the skin that he knew – something primal inside his own mind – that would be soft and cool to the touch. When she leans down, his face drooping down to see her perky body peaking out of the cloth that was doing its best to hid from him. “I asked if you could turn around so I can remove my panties.” An involuntary moan broke out from his mouth, he clamped down on his lower lip from making that noise again.
Newt nodded jerkily. Still unable to move or turn away. His hands were still in front of his aching erection, holding it down and willing it to go away. His face redden even further when he sees her pull back, her gaze lowering to where his hands were pushing down protectively.
“If I didn’t just get assaulted, I would help you out there.” She straightens, turning towards the drawers she kept the few items that she did have inside. Pulling out another pair of panties, that still didn’t help his situation at all.
“I…” He starts, the cotton still in his throat. He coughs, trying to clear it. “I mean no disrespect.” He wiggles on the bed, scooting back so that the back of his knees were touching the bed. He turns towards the side of the room, burning holes into the wall that was far less interesting than the woman that was currently undressing further in the very same room he was in.
“I don’t take it as disrespect.” He hears and couldn’t help but turn back towards her. A gasp that breaks through the space between them as he sees her pulling the fabric over both of her legs. She was turned towards the side, so he could see the side of her. He snaps back towards the side of the wall that he was allowed to see.
“It is when you had just gone through something like that.” He points in the general direction of the edge of the forest that she had been assaulted. “Especially when it’s another dick that is perking up for you.” He couldn’t believe that had slipped throw his own lips. “I mean…”
He heard a chuckle, “I would much prefer yours than any other perking up at the site of me.” It was quiet, as if it was a confession.
His cheeks burned at it. He cleared his throat; they were so far out of bounds. Even him sitting her, watching her change was so far against the rules that he was surely going to be in the slammer for the next day. He was sure of it. But he couldn’t bring himself to care. His eyes slipped back towards her. She was crouched over, pulling items from the drawer. Another gasp escaped as he watched her hips moved when she goes to pull something from the contents.
He couldn’t help but press down on his erection, a strangled sound that he didn’t know he could make escapes. Wanting more pressure and friction, he presses down as his hips buck up.
He abruptly stops when he sees her stand and turn. He was on a down stroke, he held on. Feeling the shivers run through him at the pressure he had – bordering on painful, he gripped and squeezed. “You can finish.” He hears the whispered command, and he wasn’t sure how he looked when she taken a seat on the other side of the small bed. She goes to lean back against the pillows, he moved of it own accord, shooting out to grab at her arm. Stopping her from leaning back any further.
“I don’t…” He couldn’t finish, as he was interrupted by YN speaking.
“I want you to.” There was a small smirk on her lips. “I want to see you loose control for once.” He could feel the wave of heat that washed over him. He couldn’t even be thinking about this right now. And another wave washed over him, one of disgust of himself. Here she was, just being assaulted by a fellow Glader and here he was rubbing himself off at the sight of her in nothing but her panties and bra.
While he was raging an internal battle in his mind – in no way did it deflate him from his situation. She had slipped from his grasp, leaning back against the pillow. Her hips bulging underneath her panties that was sending shock waves through every nerve ending in his body. “Lose control…” She whispers. He watched as her hands slide over skin, touching every exposed piece of skin. “Let me see that from you…” It was almost like she was begging him to do that. “Let me be that person that has that control over you…” She continued her fingers trailing over her skin.
And it smacked Newt straight between the eyes at what was happening, at least he hoped was happening.
She had no control in any part of her life – not in her job, not in the men that out number her in the Glade, not even in most interactions that she had but a selected few that she had grown close to.
“Let me…” He didn’t let her finish before he nodded, he didn’t want her begging like this. His mind supplied that he wanted her to only beg while she was on her knees, as he had ripped his zipper down for her to take control of. He had no idea where that thought came from.
“Touch yourself.” He commanded lightly, not too forceful. It was a command that was easy for her to ignore. That it was either continue her examination of her skin or go further.
“Please…” It was a whine, that sent spikes straight to his dick.
He couldn’t take it anymore, nearly ripping the button off of his trousers along with the zipper. He shoved both his trousers and boxers down to mid-thigh.
When he looked back up to her, he was leaning back on his elbows. Her eyes were twice the size that he questioned if he had done the right thing all along. But when she licked her lips, he knew that she wasn’t afraid in him lowering his own garments.
“I don’t know how long I will last,” Newt gripped himself. Ripping a moan out of his own lips, he tried quieting so no one else would hear. Only wanting YN to hear something so personal from him.
He couldn’t stop when he started, his other hand cupping his balls as he tugged at his aching, hard erection. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her. Watching her as her fingers dipped into her panties, her legs widening. His eyes matched her own as he saw what was between her legs. He had never in his life seen something so perfect. The fabric doing no favours on covering her body. What else didn’t help was a wet spot, that he wasn’t sure what it was from but sent heat down his spine. “You’re wet,” he couldn’t help himself form voicing.
He met her eyes; it was a hard feat when he was matched with such beauty that was between her legs. She had a dazed as she met his. “Happens… When I am turned on…” She spoken between breaths.
And it dawned on him, then and there that she wanted this just as much as he wanted to sink his face in between her legs. He felt himself scooting closer, smelling a wonderful scent that was wafting from between her legs. It was causing a trance that was sending him closer to the abyss that was surely willing to take him towards the darkness.
His strokes were erratic now. No real rhythm other than to chase the high that she was casing over his body. “Touch yourself.” He whispers again. She didn’t make it before he had his head right between her thighs. Rubbing his nose against the soft flesh. Shivers ran through her, that he wanted to cause again. He mimicked the motion again, keeping his torturous strokes up as he rubbed his nose against her swollen – he could see now that her lips were swollen just as he had been at seeing her.
When he brought his tongue – something overpowering washed over him at claiming her right then and there. But he wouldn’t go further, only allowing his nose and tongue do what his body so craves right here and now. When he heard a broken moan that he only notice was stopped as he looked up. Seeing her biting her palm. Her thoughts the same as his but that didn’t stop his tongue, wanting nothing more than for every boy in the Glade to hear who she belongs to. And to not question it by trying to take what was his.
His hand was more jerky, he buried his head into her folds. His tongue doing a dance that he didn’t know he knew the steps to. Slurping as he continued, her fluids coating his tongue causing a moan to erupt somewhere in his throat.
“I’m about…” He hears, as fingers slid into his hair. Gripping tightly as she starts rotating her hips against his jaw. His lips rubbing against her swollen lips. Newt watched as her head leaned back, she started to spasm as he continued to chase his own high as he watched her high taking hold. His orgasm was ripped throw him with such intensity that he forgotten where he was and what he was doing.
It spread through his whole body that caused him to still, his body involuntarily jerking. He didn’t realise that he had bite down until he came back, unlatching his teeth from her thigh. Some blood escaped from the mark that he had made. He apologised, feeling guilt wash over him in waves.
He looked down, his hand was coated in white liquid that he had only seen a few times from his own exploration. He looked back towards her. Her eyes were glazed over, staring back at him. “You got a…” She motioned around his mouth, a blush spread along his cheeks. Wiping his mouth against the cotton of his shirt.
Slowly, with shaky limbs he sat up. With even more shaky limbs he watched YN get off the bed. Removing her panties as she tossed them towards him. “To, you know…” She motioned towards his hand. He gotten the message but couldn’t help but bring the panties up to his nose. Breathing in her scent that was over powering, especially in the room that they had just done this in.
He taken a few breaths in of her scent before he cleaned the white liquid off of his hand. As he whipped the last bit of it, he sees she was already in another pair of panties. Pulling up a pair of cargo pants. He couldn’t bring himself to zip up his own trousers – she looks back to him, something in her expression, it was soft and caring that spread warmth through his chest. “Even though I love the site of you like that, I think you should get presentable before someone comes looking for us. Like I know they will.”
That briefly snapped him out of his stupor. He reached out for her, wanting her to come closer to him. She comes willingly, slotting herself between his own spread thighs. And if that didn’t send a fresh wave of heat through him, he didn’t know what else would.
His hands on their own accord, move towards her. One gripping the back of her head, loose enough for her to get away if she needed and the other gripping her hip, pulling her into him. He pulled her to him, brushing his lips against hers. In a kiss that he should have done well before now, and certainly before he had removed his own trousers and kissed between her legs.
She matched his heat but broken away shortly afterwards. Leaning her head against his own.
They were broken from their peaceful serenity by a knock on the door. They broken apart, she was pulling her shirt over her head as she sat next to him. He hurriedly shoving himself in his trousers, buttoning and zipping up. With still enough caution to not zipper himself in. When the door opened, a head peaking through. Minho, no less.
His expression, taken aback before he looked towards them on the bed. He moved into the room, “Alby has called a Gathering.” He motioned towards the door. “Bring YN.” He states as he closes the door behind him. But not before winking at Newt.
“Shit…” He whispered under his breath. Maybe he won’t say anything if they are discrete? He knew then that he would have to talk to Minho later, but right now they had a Gathering to get to.
“What the hell, Gally?” YN shot up, “what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Her questions were valid, as Newt sat back. Leaning against the wall as he watched his girl speak her mind.
“I’m meaning, what did you do for him to come after you?” He asked, enunciating each word slower for her to hear him. For all of us to hear him better. All the keepers were here for the Gathering to figure out what do with Alic. He was currently in the slammer waiting the results.
YN looked taken aback, and Newt knew she was holding herself back from launching herself at him. “I didn’t do anything, I went into the forest to get fertiliser for the harvest.” There was attitude that Newt couldn’t blame her for having. “When I get jumped by a lunatic.”
“Question still remains.” He countered. “What did you do to him.”
She was getting ready to pull out her own hair. Newt watched as she gripped her hair tightly. Breathing to herself, gathering herself for what she was going to say. He didn’t know how this would go, but something told him it wasn’t good. She removes her hands from her hair, straightening to her feet from where she stood. There was a calmness to her that sent waves of uneasiness through Newt. He didn’t like this, this was her reverting back to how she was when she first arrived in the box. The keepers watched her, as she squared her shoulders. She seemed to settle something inside herself before she moves around the room. Pulling up her chair, it was dead quiet. No one daring to say a word.
When the next words fell from her lips, ice spikes through every vein in his body. Her eyes were fixed on the table, no movement between them. “Send me into the Maze.”
That broken the silence. Minho had shot up, while Gally started raising his voice about non-runners aren’t supposed to go into the Maze. Newt was shocked still, his body and mind not online for what she had just said.
They quiet quickly when her next words come. “I have had enough of being the only girl here when I get questioned for unwanted advances.” She raises to her feet, leaving the Homestead while the others start fighting.
“Enough,” Alby raised his voice over the other keepers. “Newt, go grab YN before she makes it to the doors.” It was getting dangerously close to the doors closing, but they still had time to come to the conclusion they needed for Alic.
Newt exits the Homestead, peering around the whole Glade. Trying to make out the smaller figure that he would know off the back of his hand. He jogs, which is more of a limping hop than anything due to his bum leg.
He sees her moving towards the doors. Even though it didn’t calm him, it didn’t look like she was headed for the doors, only to the side of them. To where the Gladers put their names, to remember who had come up in that box to who they had lost.
He makes his way over, steadily. Making sure there was enough noise to avoid scaring her. He just reaches her when she turns back towards him. He falls short when he was met with wet, blood shot eyes. “Don’t make me go back in there.” Her voice cracks.
He moves to her, wrapping his arms around her. Holding her close to him. She grips his shirt tightly, holding on for life. And something inside his mind supplies that this is probably the only thing that is holding her life together.
He hums to her, needing to comfort her the only way he knew that would calm him down. “I won’t make you go back.” He says into her hair. “But I can’t let you go into the Maze either.” He voices his own thoughts from the Gathering.
“It would make this so much easier.” It was a mumble into his chest that he could barely make out.
“Not to me, and certainly not to the other Gladers.” He spoken before his head figured out what he said.
She pulls back, “yeah? Tell that to Gally…” She pulls herself back into Newt’s chest. He couldn’t bring himself to care that she was rubbing her nose against his shirt – no doubt spreading snot across his shirt. “I thought Gally, and I had gotten along. Boy, was I mistaken.”
Newt stayed silent here. Letting her say whatever she needed to say. When it seemed like nothing else was coming, Newt spoke up. “No one really gets along with Gally, the rest of the Gladers enjoy having you around.” He tilted his head, not really wanting to voice this. “Gally is also probably jealous for your attention.”
YN shot up, nearly breaking their connected, tangled arms. “Is someone jealous?” She smirked but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Not jealous…” He let a gap form, “because I know what’s mine.”
“Yours?” She lifted her one shoulder, her chin nearly touching in an ‘oooh’ smirking gesture. “Is that what I am now?” She asks, seriousness filling her tone.
“If you want to be, that is.” He started to back pedal at his possessive side taking over. He had no idea where that had come from.
“What about Alby?”
“Alby isn’t in this.” He speaks, “there are still rules to follow.” She grunts as he pulls her back into his chest. He couldn’t help his fingers finding their way to her hair. Combing through, finding a knot as he untangles it.
She only hums.
When they break away from the other, she squares her shoulders again. He knew what she was doing, he didn’t like that the shield was coming back down before his very eyes. He preferred her softness, the caring side, the blissed out of her mind that he was lucky enough to witness.
“I am going to the gardens, finish what I can of the harvest.” She squeezes his arm, turning towards the gardens.
Newt makes it back to the Homestead, things had calmed down from just ten minutes prior. That there were voices nearly scream as he left. “Where’s YN?” It was Alby that ask it.
Newt looked up from where he was watching the ground in front of him. “Oh,” He looks around the keepers. Minho had a lopsided grin on his face. But dropped when he turned towards the rest of the group. “She’s in the garden, finishing up the harvest.”
Alby nods, knowing to trust his second in command. “Alright you’re just in time for the vote.” Newt takes up his normal spot, leaning against one of the wooden pillars. “We’ll go around, yay or nay, Alic gets banished to the Maze at sundown.” Alby was the first to vote, calling out a yay.
It went without a doubt, that Alic was to be banished into the Maze at sun down. The rules were in place, and no matter how much Gally was a hard ass shank. He was a stickler for the rules.