#tomuary

You were just beginning to surface, enjoying the summer break you were getting for college, and happy to spend the summer in your own place. It was quiet, your roommate getting ready to go home, and you would have the apartment to yourself for weeks. Squeezing the pillow in your arms tighter to you, you froze, the bedding beneath you rising as it took a breath, and you jumped back.

Sitting up in your bed enough to rub your eyes, you growled a little as you recognised the chuckle that sounded, opening your eyes to find your best friend staring at you, his phone in hand as he slumped across your bed.

“Mornin’ angel.”

“What the fuck are you doing in my bed? You scare the life out of me, and it’s-” You twisted, picking up your alarm clock, one that had been promptly turned off seeing as it was summer break, to check the time, “-eight in the morning? Really, Tommy?”

“Did you know that you cuddle in your sleep?” He ignored your question entirely, and you sat up in the pillows beside him, the bedding still covering the lower half of your body as you covered a yawn, realising that you weren’t going back to sleep any time soon. “It was cute. Like, the second I got myself all comfy here, you put your head on my stomach, and a leg over mine, holding on for dear life.”

“Thomas-”

“Also, continuing with the cute cuddling thing, if I play with your hair while you sleep, you get this sleepy little smile, a-”

“Thomas!” His jaw snapped shut, turning to look at you, honey brown eyes catching flecks of the sunlight pouring in through the now open curtains, and it was no wonder you’d woken so early of your natural self, his lips pursed as he stared at you curiously. “Tell me what you’re doing here so early in the morning, right now.”

“Only if you tell me whether or not you knew that you cuddle in your sleep, first.”

“No, I didn’t know that. I’m not really a sleep-cuddler, I’m very picky about positions.” His jaw dropped, a cheeky look flashing over his features, and you held up a finger, shaking your head and shutting down the innuendo he was about to release. “Sleeping positions.”

“Just me, then? That’s adorable.” He tapped the tip of your nose, before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, standing up and stretching a little, the edge of his shirt lifting to reveal a sliver of his stomach, your eyes diverting. “You have a very comfortable mattress, is that memory foam? Anyway, the reason I’m here.”

“Finally.”

He shot you a mock glare, rolling his eyes at you. “You have to get up, because I want to go for a run.”

“And I want to go back to sleep, so that's gonna’ be a hard pass on the physical exertion. Thanks for the offer, but I’m going to keep being lazy.” He frowned, and you grinned, rolling over onto your other side and turning your back on him, and he scoffed a little. A second later, the covers that you had wrapped yourself up in were being tugged back and out of the way, a groan on your lips. “No, Tommy, let me sleep! If you’re really my best friend, you’d let me sleep.”

“No, if I was really your best friend, I’d carry you all the way back from the club on a Friday night after you called with your head in a toilet bowl because you got spiked, and stay by your side all weekend until I was sure you were okay.” He tapped his chin for a second, your stomach twisting just at the memories. “Oh, wait, I already did that.”

“That was low.”

“If you were really my best friend, you’d come on a run with me so I have company while keeping in shape for my track return in the fall.” He grabbed onto your ankles, pulling you down the bed toward him, and you yelped at the action, half of your bed hanging off of the mattress as you stared up at him in shock, his hands on his hips as he smirked. “C’mon, please? Minho is out of town, and I hate running alone.”

“Fine, but only if you buy me a smoothie fro-”

“From Annie’s Café? Blueberry, yoghurt and a dash of lime?” He reached over to the nightstand, a paper cup you’d failed to notice, and you sat up, reaching for it as your body moved closer to his, and he handed it to you. Peeling back the lid, you found it was perfect, the scent of the mixed fruits being a perfect combination. “I already got it on the way over here.”

“Okay, fine.” He cheered loudly, watching as you took a sip of the drink you had, humming happily at the taste that was exploding over your tastebuds. “Go get me some clothes.”

“You’re the best.” He held your face, peppering your cheeks with

You waved a hand in the vague directions of your drawers, knowing that he was familiar with where your things were, having helped you pack and unpack over the last few years, much like you had him, your final year of college bringing around a friendship that had lasted since the first day, and you crossed your legs on the bed, waking up a little more as you sipped your drink.

He dug through the drawers, chucking a pair of leggings in your direction, a sports bra following it, and some socks, and he stared at you inquisitively for a second, eyes scanning down along your body, licking over his lower lip. “Do you wear panties to bed?”

“Thomas!” You threw the empty smoothie cup at his head, and he ducked, laughing loudly as he avoided the assault.

“It’s a practical question! So, I know what to pass you!” You rolled your eyes, scooping up the clothes and looking over the bundle.

“Where’s my top?”

“I passed you one!” He paced back over, picking up the pink and grey undergarment, and waving it before your face. “See?”

“That's a sports bra! I need a top!”

He raised a brow, and you didn’t realise your poor choice in wording, his playful mood taking over. He moved back over to you, hands finding the edge of the bed, and he crawled up toward you as you edged back toward the pillows, placing a foot on his chest to keep him away as a smirk took over. “I could be your top.”

“Quit it, you perv!”

“Oh, so you wanna’ be on top?” He rolled onto his side, head propped up on his hand, wiggling his brows, and you scoffed, standing up with the bundle of clothing, and moving to the bathroom to get changed, his laughs echoing behind you as you went.

Shutting the door, you rolled your eyes at the muffled sounds of him moving around your bedroom on the other side of the wood, your face splitting in an uncontrollably wide grin, cheeks warm to the touch with a blush.

Brushing your hair and pulling it back into a style enough to run with, you turned on the taps, toothbrush first as you scrubbed at your teeth to clean them, drifting into your thoughts. Thomas had been your friend for a long time, the two of you having met on your first day in a freshman biology lecture, and even when you’d switched your major a few months later, he still stuck by your side. He’d been someone you could rely on and depend on since your very first day of real independence and adulthood, and so he had embedded himself permanently in your life.

You cleaned your face too, feeling refreshed as you went, before swapping out your clothes, folding your pyjamas up neatly, and unlocking the door again. Thomas had pulled the sheets on the bed neatly done, sitting on the edge, and smiling at you as you emerged.

“Ready to go, pretty lady?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be for exercise at the crack of dawn.” He looked like he was going to correct you, but your mock-glare made his lips zip back up again, standings and brushed himself down. Grabbing your keys, and locking up the apartment as you went, you let him take the small piece of metal, tucking that into his pocket too, and placing a hand on your lower back to guide you through the halls. “Just so you know, I haven’t done exercise in years. I’m going to make it, like, a mile. That’s it.”

He turned to look at you, nothing judgemental, just a fond smile as he held open the main door of the building for you to pass through first, the busy streets of the early morning crowding around you suddenly. “How about, we just go and jog around the park over there, huh? It has those nice trails through the woods, too.”

You glanced out, a hand shielding your eyes from the summer sun, a park you’d rarely had time to venture into, once on a picnic with Thomas and his friends last summer, but that was about it, and so it would be nice to explore it a little more.

Tightening your hair as you approached the edge of the grass, choosing one of the trails from the sign at the entrance of the park, quickly settling on a short one with plenty of scenery through the trees. The pace started slowly, and Thomas was happy to fill the silence with chatter as you went along, breaking out in a sweat long before he did, the sun beating down and your heart pending in your chest, throat growing dry, but you were willing to just push through it.

It truly was beautiful, the early morning sun was something you rarely go to experience, either locked up in class or the library, or catching up on much-needed sleep, and Thomas had always been the opposite of you in that respect, He was good with the mornings, the athlete in him woke him up when the sun rose, sometimes even beforehand, while you preferred late nights and the dark hours of the day.

Sunlight filtering through the trees, dogs playing in the grass of the main park before you got too far away, the rustle of leaves underfoot and the gentle breeze, the smell of flowers in the air. It was a memory you’d forgotten even having before getting caught up in college and stress, shutting yourself off as you buckled down for your education and career.

The first half-hour or so was a breeze, despite the sweat you broke out in and the pounding of the blood in your veins, you became accustomed to it, listening to Thomas talk. You held up your conversation, the two of you making plans for the summer before you returned to classes for your final college year, and you planned to make the most of it since you’d both have such unlimited time together.

In the second half an hour, the pace picked up, Thomas going quiet, occasional smiles that he gave you, before his skin began to shine from the exertion too, and you were swallowed thickly. Hair matted to his forehead, tanned skin only enhanced with veins that crawled along his forearms, blood pounding much like your own, and he was working at a faster pace than you as you became tired, only just having passed halfway around your set, jogging before you.

You tried to control yourself, but his shirt was stretched across his shoulders, the muscles in his back standing out, shifting under the thin cotton that was damp with patches of sweat, every movement of his arms making it clear, and you had to try and focus, almost swerving off of the path and tripping a couple of times as you failed to pay attention to the forest floor under your feet.

In the final third, everything went to sit. The tree covering thinned slightly, moving toward the centre of the day as the sun shone in the sky, almost directly overhead, and the temperatures were shooting up. Thomas had slowed to meet you again, growing slightly tired himself as you felt like you were dragging dead limbs along, sure you’d be achy and unable to move tomorrow, and at some point, as you’d dipped your head, you’d noticed the bounce.

It wasn’t your fault, your eyes were just drawn to the movement, almost choking on your own spit as you realised just what was bouncing under the thin basketball shorts, your eyes squeezing shut for a second and trying to clear the image from your mind, your brain going hazy and the rubbing friction between your thighs suddenly becoming prominent to you as you ran, wanting to squeeze them together.

You kept going, swallowing the lump in your throat and shaking your head clear. But then his arms were flexing, reaching behind his neck to tug his shirt away from his body, and your mind went blank. Shining abs, the smattering of dark hair between toned pecs and down to his happy trail making your mouth water, sweating skin glistening in the sun as he moved, muscles bouncing, like some kind of Baywatch audition, and you couldn't be held responsible.

Your feet got caught, a loud popping sounding before searing hot pain radiated up your leg, a cry leaving your lips as you hit the ground, rolling to as top, before splaying out in the dirt, a little dazed and confused. Thomas popped into view, concern written all over his features as he talked a mile a minute, so fast you could barely understand what he was saying as his hands found yours and he pulled you up, your eyes sweeping over him. Oh, right half-naked secret crush. That’s right.

“What the hell just happened?”

“I fell.” He let out a weak laugh, worry still holding his brows furrowed, though, and you reached out to him, smoothing your thumb over his forehead to rub away the creases in a way you’d done so many times before, particularly before exams. His features softened as you did, and he let out a little sigh, standing himself and pulling you to your feet. As you put pressure on your ankle, it gave way, and you wanted to scream, possibly even die a little, as you tumbled forward into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. “Nope, no. Ankle says no thanks, no today.”

He grinned, scooping you up under your legs, and carrying you over the grass at the edge of the pathway, luscious and thick green as he set you down, finding shade under a large tree, hidden by some bushes to shield your eyes, before he was kneeling before you. His fingers skimmed along your calf, your leg twitching as he did, before he was pulling up the edge of your leggings to get a look at it.

He hissed a little, fingers running over the patch, registering where the skin was already going hard, and the way you cried out and jerked at the touch, pain coursing through you, and he apologised each time, a sigh on his lips. “I don’t think it’s broken, just a bad strain. It’ll take a while to heal, though.”

“So much for our summer plans.” You whispered, his eyes finding yours, and you swallowed thickly, embarrassment creeping in. “I’m sorry, Tommy.”

“What the hell are you sorry for? It’s my fault you’re hurt.” it was your turn to be confused, his head dropping and eyes hidden from yours. “You could still be tucked up safely in your bed, totally not injured, but I made you come for a run.”

“Thomas, look at me.” He didn’t, still adjusting your leggings back over your ankles as he undid and retied your laces, tighter to keep pressure on the injury for now, and you hooked a finger under his chin, forcing him to look up. “Tommy, I know I complained, but I was having a  good time. I always do when we hang out, even if we are running ourselves to death.”

His lips flicked up at the joke, but he still looked guilty. “I know, but I should have just worked out alone.”

“But you don’t like that, so I was happy to come with you. Stop beating yourself up.” He sighed, trying to let the tension go, and nodding his head. “Besides, I don’t get all gross and sweaty like this for just anyone, so cheer up, that’s how you know I wanted to be here.”

“You’re pretty no matter what. Sweaty, all dolled up, glitter in your hair at a club or all breathless and sweaty on a run, you’re breathtaking.” His hand came up to sit on your cheek, a thumb smoothing over your skin. “When I wanted you to fall for me, this isn’t quite what I meant, though.”

You stared at him for a second, eyes narrowing, and his usual cheeky grin flashed up, but there was something deeper in his gaze that you’d never taken long enough to notice before. “Did you just flirt with me?”

He looked taken aback for a second, wide eyes and parted lips, before a disbelieving sound left him, and he shook his head lightly “I’ve been flirting with you since the day I met you, but thanks for finally noticing.”

“You have?”

“Uh, yeah.” He deadpanned, your head emptying once again, and you watched as he twisted his body, sitting down on the grass with his legs spread out before himself.

“You took your shirt off.” He paused, looking down at himself, and his cheeks were tinged pink when he looked back up, confused. “You took your shirt off, and my mind just sorta’ went blank, and the next thing I know, I’m on the floor in pain. I’ve been into you since, like, last year. The whole system just short-circuited as you did.”

You waved a hand up and down yourself, and he frowned, not exactly the reaction you were expecting, the fear of rejection racing through you. “So, it was my fault you got hurt?” He looked totally distraught, lips in a pout as he stared at you, and you couldn't take it anymore. “I’m really, really so-”

Pushing forwards, your lips met his, his back finding the grass as your body crashed into him, a groan spilling from him as his brain caught up. One hand sought your waist as you lay atop him, the other lacing messily into your hair and tangling the strands as he kissed you back deeply and passionately, lips gliding with yours. You held yourself up over him, the pain in your ankle disappearing as he kissed you just as eagerly, an exchange that was long overdue.

It was frantic, and needy, his mouth working against yours until the breath was stolen from your lungs and your lips were stinging, desperate for breath but never wanting to part from him, a whine leaving you as he pulled back, gasping for breath much like you were. He pulled away, staring up at you as his head fell to the grass, a finger smoothing over your face as the tomb of the other rubbed circles into your hip, tucking under the edge of your shirt to find bare skin. “We should have done that a long time ago.”

“Yeah, definitely.” You rolled your lips together, licking the taste of him from them as you stared down at his flushed face, whiskey eyes twinkling as he stared up at you. “Wanna’ do it again?”

“Fuck, yeah, I do.” He leaned up halfway to meet you, neck craned and he hummed happily, this kiss a little slower and calmer, testing the waters as the initial shock and desperation died down, and he rolled you over, your back meeting the ground as he settled above you, your back coming down to rest in the soft grass. “Been dreamin’ ‘bout kissing you for years.”

He mumbled the words into your lips, one hand finding your shoulder, sliding down a little lower over your arm, pausing a little as he found your ribs, thumb brushing just under your tits through your clothing, your breathing hitching in your throat. His kisses shifted, trailing along your jaw lightly and your hips bucked up, a groan on his lips as you brushed over him, shy heat flushing your face once again as he paused.

“I meant it, y’know. I realised not long after we met that you weren’t going to return my flirting, but I liked you so much but then, and so I decided I’d rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all.”

His teeth continued to tease your skin lightly, and you shivered under him, his hips dropping down to press against you more firmly, and your eyes slipped closed.

“Pure torture, though. All your pretty dresses, movie nights where we’d cuddle, and you’d wear my jumpers when you came over, looking so cute that all I wanted to do was kiss you until your mind was empty, and wake up to you on lazy Sundays. I want you to kiss before exams and whisper good luck in my ear, before we get to celebrate late at night. God, I’m so fucking in love with you.”

“You are?” It was a startling realisation, your body jerking a little in shock, and he grunted as your core shifted against him, his lips bucking up to you in return this time.

“You don’t have to say it back, but it’s true.”

Your hands came up to find his face, bringing him close enough that your noses bumped and breath was shared. “I love you too, Thomas.”

He whined a little under his breath, nose playing with your own, and you tugged him in closer, until his body was pressed up to yours. The temperature was rising between you, making you feel suffocated as the gaze you were being fixed with by the man set you on fire from the inside out, and you pushed him back, breath caught as you looked at him.

Your hands moved to the hem of your shirt, skin itching to be rid of it as you felt like every nerve within you was speaking with electricity, tugging at it as it was trapped between your bodies, and he moved to help. Peeling your shirt up and over your head, it was a flurried collection of movements, sports bra revealed to him once again, and you sighed a little as your back met the crisp and cooler strands of grass again, his body covering yours as he followed you back to the ground.

One solid hand came up to your thigh, hitching it up onto his hip so that he could settle between your thighs, and as the hardening cock in the thin shorts he wore pressed up to your core, you both let out soft sounds of pure bliss at the friction. Dragging a hand down along his chest, your nail scraped over bare skin, sweat and slick from all his exertion, the dips between pecs and toned muscles twitching and clenching under your fingertips, and he let out a breath sigh into your mouth as his lips found yours once again.

Wet and passionate, his tongue teasing over your lip until you parted them for him once again, and he moaned as your tongue dared to come out and play with his own. You dared your hand lower, fingers brushing across the trail of dark hairs below his navel, until a single finger was tracing over his cock, and he whimpered needfully at the feeling, his bucking up into your touch as your hand was crushing between your bodies, the noises he made making your head spin.

Cupping him fully, you squeezed tightly, and his arms over you buckled a little as you did, his lips leaving yours so that his forehead could press to your own, hot washes of quickly panted breaths coming over your face. “Sweetheart, if you keep that up, I’ll fuck you right here in the park.”

“Sounds naughty. Sounds fun.” You mumbled, a slightly tighter grip as you rolled your hand over him, and he groaned a little under his breath, dipping down for a desperate kiss. Supporting all of his weight on one hand, the other coming down to peel your touch away from him, and pinning your wrist to the warm grass over your head, shaded by the tree the two of you were partially hidden behind, a growl on his lips.

“I’m not kidding.”

“Neither am I.” He pulled back, eyes finding your own as he evaluated your words, finding no joke in your eyes and a dark look crossed over his features, rolling his lips before they twisted up into a smirk.

“You know, I always pictured something romantic for our first time together.” Your breath hitched in your throat, the tip of his nose nudging at your jaw as his lips brushed over the sensitive skin of your neck, tongue brushing as he licked at his lips, and you keened up into him. I” figured it would be after a couple of dates, when I finally manned up enough to tell you how I felt.” He pressed a delicate kiss to your skin, and again, nothing rough about it, not at all what you’d expected, and you lifted a hand to lace into his hair. “I’d take you home, strip you down slowly, kiss every inch of your body until you were breathless, and then I’d make love to you for the whole night.”

“Big promises, think you can last that long?”

“Probably not, you drive me crazy with everything you do, but I’d give it my best go.” He laughed gently into your skin, teeth grazing over the spot where your neck met your shoulders, and he gifted one hand again, to land on your jaw to turn your face to the side, his teeth biting own roughly on that spot, and a loud moan left you as you felt him do so, not enough to break the skin, but enough that there’d be a mark, and your eyes rolled back a little.

His lips sealed over that spot, sucking harshly, and you whimpered a little under his touch, swipes of his tongue thrown into the mix, slow and torturous over your sin, and there would be a large bruise you’d be unable to hide for days to come. “Tommy..”

“I know, sweetheart,” He dipped down a little further, lips working over your skin until he was kissing down toward the edge of your sports bra, the tip of his nose dragging over a perky nipple beneath the elasticated material, and he chuckled into your skin at the needy noise you made. Hot and wet kisses, placed along your stomach, until he had reached the hem of your pants, humming under his breath, his fingers latching into the sides. “Are you sure about this?”

“The sex, or the sex in public?”

He lifted his head, a laugh flailing from his lips, cheeks flushed with warm pink as he stared up at you, an adoring look in his eyes that shone right through his amusement. “Both, I suppose.”

You collapsed back into the grass, feeling his finger twitch where they waited in your waistband, before nodding your head. “I’m pretty damn sure, Tommy.”

He didn’t waste any time, pulling your pants down just far enough to fall under the rise of your ass, bunched around your upper thighs, before your hips were falling down once again, a loud giggling falling from your lips as you did, squirming a little against the floor, and his fingers paused in their motions along the bare skin of your thighs that had been revealed as his brows rose. “What’s so funny, angel?”

“The grass is tickling my ass.” You mumbled, and he paused, your head lifting to look at him in the silence, and his face was split in a wide grin, trying to choke back his laugh as he stared at you, shaking his head.

“You totally just ruined the moment.”

“I did not!” You grinned, giggling as you spoke, before sitting up and moving to your knees, spreading your legs as far as you could with the stretchy material still around your thighs to kneel before him. Taking his hand in yours, you pulled it down, watching as he swallowed thickly, eyes still locked together, and his breath hitched as the back of his palm brushed over your yoga pants. The tips of his fingers traced over your sodden folds, your teeth caught prisoner between your teeth as his jaw dropped, and he took control then. “See? Totally not ruined.”

“You will be,” He mumbled, a threat that had your head spinning, and he was firmer in his movements now, a single digit swirling through your wetness and dragging up until he was bumping against your clit, a sudden cry leaving you as he did, and your fingers dug into the skin of his wrist. “So wet, sweetheart. That all for me?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as he began to trace slow circles onto the small bud, and he hummed under his breath.

“Thought about this so much, the way you’d look when I touched you, how you’d sound moaning my name, the way you’d feel as you came around my cock. You’ve been all that’s on my mind for so long.”

“Tommy..” You sighed his name out, pushing him a little further, and a dark chuckle left him as you tried to get more, feeling that sam wet pad brush over your entrance. “Please?”

“Use your words, I want to hear you say it.” His other hand came up, cupping your jaw, and you could feel his eyes burning into you, voice becoming raspy as he spoke low and quiet, words for only you to hear as the two of you tried not to draw too much attention to yourselves. His thumb brushed over your chin, dragging your lower from where it was held to press on them, stinging slightly from the scrape of your teeth, before you were parting them, allowing his thumb to press to your tongue. “I want to hear everything that this dirty little mouth has to say, go ahead and drive me wild, angel.”

You hummed around the finger in your mouth, hips bucking up into him as he circled your hole, never dipping inside but make sure to rub across you just enough to catch, making you absolutely desperate, feeling your juices flooding down onto his hand and smeared between your thighs as he kept this up. Sucking tightly on the finger in his mouth, he let out a broken moan, pushing his finger in further to keep you quiet, before one long finger was dipping into you, as far as he could reach.

The teasing, the build-up, everything had been overwhelming, all too much for you, and your whole body trembled at the simple addition, feeling him still as you acclimated to the invasion, before he was curling his finger to press at your walls lightly. “Nothing to say, so soon? I was hoping I’d at least get my cock in you before you were fucked senseless.”

He pulled that wet finger back, smearing over your china s your gasped for breath, and you opened your eyes to look at him. “You really want to know what I think about?”

“I really do.” He pulled back, beginning to set a slow rhythm with his finger, pumping in and out of you slowly, and you needed more. “You ever thought of me while touching yourself like this? I’ve thought of you, when my hand was wrapped around my cock, thinking about how much better it’d feel if it was you. Your hands, your mouth, this sweet little cunt, always you, though.”

Your hands ran up his shoulders, coming up to sit over his neck lightly, feeling the erratic throbbing of his pulse under your hand. “I think about your mouth, all the fucking time.”

Pink lips formed a smirk, his finger being joined by another and beginning to stretch you out picking up pace, and you could feel the knot within you beginning to wind up tight, pulling and twisting as you felt butterflies begin to explode for action inside. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, you don’t know how much you mess with it. You’re always licking your lips, and making these little smirks, and your cute little smiles, You rub at your jaw, and oh God, don’t even get me started on your hands.” You let out a gasp as the tips of his fingers found your sweet spot, exploring within you as he learned what made you tick, what made you moan.

“Right there?”

“Right there!” You confirmed, breathy exclamation of the words, and he focused his attentions on that, your mind going blank as pleasure raced through every vein in your body. You’d wanted this for so long, this kind of intimacy with your best friend.

You were close, close enough that he had a key to your apartment and stated over frequently, close enough that he’d seen you in your underwear before and close enough that you’d shared a bed, cuddling on nights when you were stressed before exams, showing up at his place in sweatpants with tearstained cheeks, and he’d bring you inside without a word.

This was what you wanted though, you wanted his lips on your own, kissing away every sound you made as it became more frantic, a wet sound filling the air, smacksmatchinging of your lips and the atrociously dirty sound his finger s made as they thrust in and out of your wet channel, a peak like no other beginning to take you over, even from the simple foreplay, purely because it was him. “I’m close..”

Your words were mumbled against his lips, and he only groaned under his breath, the palm of his hand brushing over your clit with every movement, the sparks of electricity it created were running along every nerve you had, and you rolled your hips down into his hand, searching for more of that friction as you chased your high right towards the edge. “I can feel you, baby, squeezing my fingers so good. Can only imagine how good you’ll feel milking my cock.”

“Thomas!” He recessed down roughly on your g-spot, nails brushing over your walls lightly each time he pulled back, a combination of filthy sensations that made tears line your eyes as it all became too good. “Tommy!”

“C’mon, baby, come for me. Make a mess on my fingers, like I know you want to.”

His words threw you over the edge, deep voice and dark tone, your face pressing into his neck as you cried out his name, muffling your sounds in his skin as you came, juices washing over his digits as he pumped you through it, shushing you lightly, a mixture with praises, telling yo how goo you were dong, and it made heat crawl along our skin to your cheeks as you realised how much you liked it.

You’d always been independent, relying only on yourself, and then Thomas had stepped into your life and forced you to depend on him just as much, and as he coaxed you through your climax, mumbling sweet whispers about how good you were for him, you crumbled to nothing under his touch. “Feel better, honey?”

“So good.” You whispered, walls fluttering as his hand pulled back, and you retracted yourself from his body long enough to watch him stick his fingers into his mouth, one eye dropping in a lazy wink as he licked the clean. Your hands slid from his shoulders to his chest, letting out a contented sigh as you looked at him. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

His chest puffed up a little under your touch and at the compliment, your finger moving in feather-light patterns over his chest, making him shake a little as you moved. He moved you, back, laying you down in the grass, slow and intimate, his body covering yours, kneeling between your thighs and moving to peel one leg free of your leggings, your shoe dropping off at your foot and skin raising with goosebumps at the summer breeze washing over flushed skin cooling you down immensely. His hands were supporting him on either side of your head another question about whether you were sure, but this one was unspoken, a look in his eyes said it all.

Dragging your hands along the bare skin of his back, you found the shorts he wore, basketball style, thin and silky under your hands, and you pulled on them, inching them down and far enough over his ass for his cock to spring free, wet and dripping with precum, bumping against you sodden folds, and you took a sharp intake of breath at the feeling.

His hips thrust up, instinctually as he twitched, the swollen head of his cock pumping to your clit, and the both of you let out soft whines at the feeling. Reaching between your bodied, your fingers wrapped around him, his lips parting and eyes sliding shut as you gripped onto his shaft, a few test strokes as he fucked up into your fist, before you were nudging his cock down, lining him up perfectly.

Sinking into you, his hands gave way at the bitten-off cry of your name that he made,  dropping from his hands to his elbows, bodies pressed flush together as your hips sat snugly together, his throbbing length encased within your walls.

“I feel like I just went to heaven.”

You giggled, the movements making you tighten around him and he groaned at the feeling. When you were both ready, you circled your hips against him, rocking up into him slowly, and he reached down to latch a thigh up onto his waist again, no obstruction as your bare leg came up to his body, wrapping and holding him tighter.

“I promise, next time, it’ll be after a date. Something fun and romantic, and when we get home, we’ll be all alone, and I’ll take you apart piece by piece until you're crying my name, but not right now.” His lips brushed over yours, his head tipping to the side a little, before you could fee his cheeks twitch in a smirk. “But right now, I just want to fuck senseless.”

“So do it.”

“I intend to.” He pulled back, almost all of the way out of you, before he was slamming back into you, no warm-up or time to adjust, you back arching up from the grass as you met him, and you barely covered a loud moan with your hand before he was repeating the motion, a grunt on his lips as he did.

Your nails raked over his back, tearing welts into the skin as he picked up to an earth-shattering kind of pace, and just as promised, you were left speechless, absolutely fucked senseless. It was pleasure like none you’d ever felt before, stretched out around his length, long and thick and your breath was punched form your lungs as you gasped for breath with every thrust that he delivered to you. Leaning up, you caught his lips with you own, a kiss that he was eager to return as he let out a soft sound at the connection, lips puckering immediately to return the love, and you smiled against him.

Shifting your hips up to meet him, skin was clapping against skin, drowned out by the sounds of fresh water and birds chirping around you, distant chatter from the other sides of the bushes and trees that you were hidden behind. It was scandalous, the thrill that anybody could simply walk around this side and catch you, half-naked with your loved ball-deep inside of you,  hand over your mouth as you tried to quiet your screams, you weren’t sure what you’d do.

Slipping your other hand between your bodies, you found your clit, rubbing patterns on it to match his thrusts, the high within you building up to reach cosmic peaks. Locking your legs around his waist, you flipped him over, a grin on his face as he found his back pressed into grass, your centre sliding along his length as you sank back down, seated across his thighs.

“Oh, so I take it that you’re feeling better.”

“I’ll probably regret it later,” You whispered, a jolt of pain sparking along your body as you caught your ankle at an odd angle, face screwing up lightly, and Thomas sat up to meet you. Wrapping your legs around his waist at a more comfortable angle, you let out a little sigh, his hands on your hips helping you to move. “That’s better.”

“Mhm, I’m glad.” He whispered, and you whimpered, hands coming up to wrap around his neck as you leaned in, close enough that your lips brushed, heads pressing together softly, and he circled your hips slowly. It was special, breath shared, and while it may be risky and erotic because of where you were, heated circumstances throwing your hormones into overdrive, you knew it wasn’t a mistake, it was the first step through the doorway you’d both been lingering outside of without realising the other was there. “I’m close, sweetheart.”

“I know, me too.” You whispered, picking up your motions and rocking yourself down into his body, every pulse of his cock making stars flash behind your eyes. Slipping a finger between your lips, he brushed the pad over your tongue, waiting for you to soak the digit before he was pulling it away, his mouth closing over your own, hand slipping between your bodies. He tweaked at a nipple through your sports bra, chuckling in the kiss as you whimpered his name, before he was finding the swollen bud between your legs. “Fuck, Tommy!

Rubbing lightly, he had barely begun, before you were tumbling into orgasmic bliss in his arms, locking up around him, body going rigid and your heart feeling like it stopped in your chest as you came undone. He held you tightly, your bodies pressed together, fingers laced into his hair, mouths sliding together in sloppy kisses as you tried to keep yourself somewhat quiet.

Only moments after you came, he was chasing right after you into your peak, his eyes rolling back in his head, tone raising just a little as he moaned your name, cracking slightly and you felt like you’d broken just hearing him say your name in such a way. Ribbons of hot cum filled you, making you shudder as you felt chilled from the outside as he pumped you full, and you felt tears line your eyes. “Oh, fuck.” You whispered, words dragged out as you felt your heart race in your chest, beginning to come down from your high. “That was incredible.”

“That’s an understatement.” He mumbled, lips moving along your jaw in sweet kisses, pressing gently as you waited to catch your breath, sweaty skin now even slicker, the run having had nothing on this kind of activity, as you came down, he flipped you over pressing you back into the grass so that your legs could unwrap from his waist, letting him pull away from you and collapse down onto the sun-warmed ground beside you. Tugging his shorts back up, you stared down at your one bare leg, your shoe metres away, and you groaned, trying to sit up.

A cringe was on your lips as you felt arousal still leaking from your core, and he chuckled, lifting a hand to brush lightly over your skin, watching as you tried to readjust yourself without putting too much pressure on the ankle that was still injured.

“Do you want to get a pizza?”

“What?” You turned to stare at him incredulously, snickering slightly as you reached for your shoe, and bringing back the shirt he’d dropped long ago as you did. Lacing up your shoe once again, you turned to face him, finding him still staring at you.

“Movie night. Me and you. A date. Pizza or Chinese food?”

You grinned, plucking your shirt from the bush-branch it had landed on after being flung away, trying to turn it the right way out once again. “Pizza works for me.” Your words were whispered out, a light sigh as you realised it was officially, and Thomas sat up upon hearing the crack in your voice. Settling a hand over your cheek, he pulled you down to his lips, a smile pressed between you as he gave you a simple kiss.

“I meant it, y’know. Everything I said, about how much I care for you, and how into you I am. I honestly do want us be a couple, have for a while.”

“I’d like that, too.” You mumbled, accepting the hands he was holding out to you, pulling you to your feet before letting go to tug his shirt back on over his head, a wisecrack on his lips about not wanting to cause any more injuries, and hide the marks you’d made on his back. As you stood up and balanced with weight on your ankle, you tested a first step, sighing a little. “Still hurts.”

“When we get back, I’ll get an icepack for you, and let you put your feet in my lap while we watch movies.” You huffed, his arm wrapping around your waist to help you go, and you twisted to look up at him a little.

“I’d rather be in your lap myself.”

“Yeah?” He grinned, turning to press a kiss to your temple. “That works too.”

“I should hope so. Your lap belongs to me now, girlfriend rules.”

“Alright, well that means that cute little butt belongs to me. Boyfriend rules.” His hand slipped down, pinching at your ass lightly, and you jumped, swatting at his hand as you steadied yourself and rebalanced on your feet, wincing at the pain on your swollen ankle.

“You are going to injure me even more.”

“It is not my fault that you can’t keep your eyes to yourself.” You gaped, shoving him with your elbow as he snickered. You continued on you walk, moving in slow and cautious steps as you began to make your way back to your apartment, hoping your roommate wouldn't be home to witness the messy state you were in, grass stains on your pants and Thomas’s knees, because she’d put it all together in seconds. The hand on your waist squeezed lightly, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the moment. “I’m joking, you have o idea how many times you’ve distracted me.”

“Now you can do something about it.”

The flare, a stuppid virus that made you go completely insane, you've kept your sanity in all those years in the Maze and now that you were finally free you wouldn't live to see the beauty of it. Here you were leaning on the table listing to Thomas and Gally picking a fight over what to do next you had to save Minho from WICKED but every idea was turned down it being to risky and now that there was a real option to extualy get the job done Thomas was refusing to do it and you were just trying to keep your mind from not completely losing it over this endless ‘i don't trust you even though it could save our lives thing’ you loved Thomas that's the hole reason you were together but sometimes he could be so stubborn and right now, right now he was being a pain in the ass because the plan Gally had to save Minho included Teresa “No there's gotta be another way” Thomas kept saying while everybody disagreed knowing we didn't have much choice or resources to do anything else “like what? you’ve seen the building she’s our only way in'' Gally tells him again but he still doesn't listen. “If we do get in you think she’s going to help us?” Thomas ask him and Gally shakes his head “I don't Plan on asking for her permission” i crack a little smile knowing nobody at the table really liked teresa in the first place and Brenda only conformers that when she's speaking up “Am i missing something here this is the same girl that betrayed us correct? same Dick”

Thomas starts to nervously pace around and nobody understands his problem. You loved Teresa like a sister but after her betrayal a lot changed even for you “what's going on?” Brenda asks him and you look over at Newt you knew your brother and you knew that look on his face because you've had it yourself and you've seen it on him before he was angry and he was going to lose it any second now “your afraid your little girlfriend is going to get hurt?” Newt snaps and all eyes go to him “this has obviously never been just about rescuing Minho is it''

Thomas looks taking back by his sudden outburst and so does everybody else but i couldn't disagree “he’s got a point Tommy” you tell him and the brown haired boy looks up at you even more shocked that your agreeing with Newt “what are you talking about” but before you can do or say anything Newt stands up straight in front of him “Teresa, she's the only reason Minho is even missing in the first place and now we finally have an opportunity to get him back and what you don’t want to because of her? because deep down inside you care more about her than for y/n don't you, just admit it”

Thomas turns his gaze over to you over Newt his shoulder and you know Your brother hit an emotional string there. from day one you were Teresa her competition and you knew how thomas felt about her but he chose you over her and that meant the world to you but this part of you that was Sick and infected was telling you that the minute you would be gone he would run to Teresa “Newt i” Thomas starts but All Newt does is move closer pushing Thomas against the wall “Don’t lie to me!”

“Newt calm down!” You yell getting closer but your brother doesn't move “Don’t lie to me” he tells Thomas again “Newt Get the off of him!” You say using every ounce of strength to pull him away from Thomas. As soon as he backs away he looks a bit shocked at his own actions looking between you and your friends mumbling a quick apology before turning towards Thomas and apologizing again. the minute he steps to the side wanting to walk away, wanting to leave the room you notice him grabbing onto his arm and you immediately fear the worst cause you've had the same outbursts and the same burning sensation in your arm right after you had an outburst like that. “y/n, i'' Thomas says towards you and you shake your head not wanting to talk about it “it’s fine, he just need to cool down”

“That's not what i mean” and you nod “i know”

you stand on your toe’s giving him a quick kiss on his cheek and giving him a reassuring smile “i’ll go check on Newt i’m probably the only one he’ll talk to you guys find a way to get Minho back”

Opening the door to the roof you can see Newt sitting on the edge of the building and you take a few steps closer trying to calm yourself down already knowing the truth about what just happened what had caused his outburst but still a part of you hoped it was just the tension and the time spend so close togheter that caused it instead of a stupid virus. Looking over his shoulder newt spots you standing behind him and you take a few steps closer “sorry bout that back there” he tells you but you don't say anything you just sit down beside him and look at his arm and seeing the twitching in his fingers and it looks all too familiar to you “Why didn't you tell me?” you ask him and he looks over at you but you just look at his arm and he Rolls up his sleeve Revealing multiple black and purple veins on his lower arm “you could’ve told me” you tell him but you knew your brother, you were the same you didnt wanna spend your last few weeks or even days saying goodbye to the people you loved

“I didn't think it would make any difference” he was right knowing it didn't change a thing it only made saying goodbye so much harder because you didn't know when you had to do it “All i know is that WICKED must off put us in that Maze for a reason, maybe it was literally just so they could tell the difference between the immunes like you and people like me” that only made it hurt more because he didn't know, he didn't know you were not Immune “people like us” you tell him and he looks confused. taking a deep breath you lift your leg up a little and move away to Fabric covering your ankle to show Newt the bite mark and torn skin that was covered in black and purple veins “it was that Crank that Fry shot when we were in the tunnel right before Brenda and Jorge saved us, his aim was good only a little bit to late” you explain

it stays silent between the two of you for a minute letting it sink it that you were going to lose each other to lose everybody you loved “Thomas?” He asks and you shake your head “he doesn't know, and he cant i'm not spending my last days saying goodby to him he needs to focus on Saving Minho”

“So what's your plan? You just wanna run off, leave us all behind and die on your own?” Newt asks in a harsh tone “No, i’m sticking to the plan and that's saving Minho”

“What you gonna do after that” and you swallow the lump in your throat “There won't be an after cause i’m not planning on surviving it and that's exactly why he doesn't know”

“who doesn't know?” a familiar voice says behind the two of you you both look back to see The brown haired boy and you turn your gaze to Newt pleading for him to stay quiet and he nods looking back to this arm “i guess i can't hide this anymore'' he tells Thomas rolling his sleeve up again “Newt we can still fix this” thomas tells him and you look between both boys being trapped in the triangle of losing not only yourself but also your brother and the boy you love

That night you all decide to go through with the plan, get Teresa, make her take out the chips in your necks and break into WICKED to get out Minho and that's exactly how things went. having Teresa back was weird to say the least nobody trusted her but right now she was sitting behind you with a small knife against your neck to cut out the chip you didn't really have a choice “try to relax this is going to sting” she tells you and shrug it off wanting to get it over with “just do it”

a sharp pinch follows within a few second you grab the chair tightly out of reflex and you put your feet flat on the Floor trying not to move but moving your leg past the Chair the zipper on your Jeans opens showing her the black veins beneath it “your leg” she says and you pull back leaning down the close the zipper and pull the fabric over your ankle down “What happened?” She asks but you ignore her completely

“are you done” you tell her harshly looking straight up at her “you two okay?” Thomas asks from across the room and you nod “yeah, where fine” you tell him grabbing a small piece of gauze and holding it to your neck “does he-” but you cut her off talking a little softer making sure nobody hears “No, he doesn't and he won't cause your going to keep your mouth shut and not talk to anybody about it you ruined enough as it is”

“if you come back to the lab with me i could help you give you a-”

“just drop it alright!” you yell getting everybody's attention “Whats going on here?” Gally asks and you shake your head “Nothing, there's absolutely nothing” you tell him walking of Looking over at your brother And then to the brown haired boy that is already on his feet and coming towards you and taking you away from Teresa and away from the others for a second “hey, whats going on with you?” he asks and you shake your head “i’m just one edge i just really want this to work” and the boy nods understanding and giving a quick peck on your lips cupping your cheeks “well get Minho back and we'll all be safe i promise” you look over at your brother on the other side of the Room and Thomas seems to understand “We’ll save Newt well get the cure and he’ll be fine”

“Promise me that after saving Minho you’ll try to save Newt no matter what” and he nods “where is this coming from?” He asks but you just look at him “Promise me Thomas”

“I Will, i promise i Will try to save Newt no matter what” you give Him a weak smile knowing that your brother might survive this all and that made you feel good you where going to save your friends, your family even though you know there was only enough to save one of you two and you knew it wasn't going to be you “You know i love you right?” He tells him and he leans down a little kissing you with more passion than before “i love you too, until Death do us apart” it was a small thing you two said in the glade and in the scorch when something happened but right now it only made you sad cause the small Joke that first meant you loved on another and would stick together would soon turn into reality and probably Faster than he hoped.

The plan worked, you got into WICKED, you saved Minho and you got out of the building with only minor issues but the adrenaline and the fast work took its toll on Newt, His body was shutting down and it was getting harder for yourself to keep things hidden from Thomas or anybody else for that matter.“They were supposed to blow up WICKED not the whole damn city!” Gally says as the walls explode and cars full of angry people coming rushing into the city. pushing us to the side we all sit down against a wall in an alley trying to get away from the explosions and Thomas crawls to the side and you pull his arm “where are you going” you ask him but he is quickly sitting back next to you as he sees WICKED’s cars rushing in “shit”

“what are they waiting for?” Minho asks “Like i have a clue” you answer and like it was planned a loud explosion goes off again and gunfire starts to blast out on the street “we gotta go!” Gally calls out and we sneak into an old dinner to stay sheltered from it all. Sitting in the back of the restaurant you sit against Thomas his chest and his hand goes around your waist as both of you breath heavily for the first time sitting still and letting everything that happened sink in looking between the gunfire outside and Gally,Newt and Minho you know things aren't looking very good for the five of you. Thomas loosens the hand on your waist and grabs the walkie from his pocket “brenda, are you there” and almost immediately she answers “Thomas, i’m here” you grab the walkie from his hands looking around seeing your brother getting worse the fire and fight going on outside and Thomas behind you before answering her “Bren, there's too much going on and i don't think we're going to make it”

“y/n? what are you talking about” she says clearly holding back tears making it harder for yourself to hold it back and you hand to Walkie back to Thomas while swallowing the lump in your throat “you should take the others and get everybody out while you still can” and i doesn't take long for Brenda her protest to come through

“No” and tears roll down your cheeks knowing how hard it is for them so putting your hand over Thomas you hold down the buttons “brenda, you need to go” you tell her hoping she will listen to you “i’m not leaving you two okay so forget it”

“Even though you should,” Thomas tells her and it stays silent for a while you sit up a little with a few tears in your eyes and you grab onto Thomas's hand tighter than before. part of you hoped it was going to be over cause it meant you never had to tell him the truth but the other part wanted him to survive and live his life at the fullest “we started this together might as well end it that way” you tell him and he smiles “you sound like your brother” and you laugh a little looking over at him “till death do us apart right” Thomas Jokes and you nod turning our head far enough to kiss him

“Thomas! y/n! don't worry i’m coming for you” and both Thomas and you look at each other and you act quick taking the walkie out of his hands “what are you talking about?”

“our rides here, look for us near the tunnels”

After walking out of the building Gally takes the lead cause he knew the place the best and he led you all towards the tunnels. At the end of the street a loud blow is heard and a car blows up in front of you all making you fall over and you're once again stuck hiding behind a wall “were almost here” Gally says staking low trying to look for a way through the fight without much trouble but a bright flash of light above you all making you look up seeing the berg flying overhead heading towards the tunnels “There here” you say in a whisper looking at Thomas having hope for your brother once again knowing Brenda had the cure to save him

“go without me, just go” Newt spills and you all look at him, veins starting to crawl up his neck and towards his face and black blood coming from his mouth

and you knew he wasn't going to last long anymore “Minho, you gotta run ahead grab the serum and get back as soon as you can” you tell him and he looks at you not agreeing with it but Thomas nods “Minho, go”

“there right, i’ll cover” Gally tells him and i nod once silently thinking him

“y/n, bring one for y/n” Newt says and you shut him up “what is he talking about?” Thomas asks and you shake your head “Nothing I'm fine it’s just the infection getting to his head” you tell him turning to Minho “You need to go Now!

“just hang on, you hear me,” Minho tells Newt and with those words he runs off getting the serum to save your brother. Newt his head turns to the side and you can see he's fading away but you grab onto him shaking him trying to get him to focus on you and trying to stay awake “Newt! stay with me do you hear me, i need you to stay focused”

“We've gotta get you up” Thomas says, grabbing onto Newt his arm but he protests reaching for his necklace and ripping it from his neck “come on Newt we've gotta go!” Thomas tells him again and tears run down your eyes as Newt holds out the necklace towards Thomas you knew it was the letter he wrote, you were there with him

“Newt, your gonna make it”. I tell him but he keeps his hand out for Thomas

“Just take it!” he yells breathing heavily and Thomas takes the necklace from him holding his hand tight “please, Tommy please” as the words pass by his lips your body starts shutting down and you start coughing letting your body drop next to Newts “y/n!” Thomas yells and you nod “i’m okay, it's just smoke” you lie and you look towards Newt and you can see in his eyes that he knows you're not far behind him “tell him, you need to tell him” Newt says and you shake your head “you need to keep your mouth shut, the plan is going the way it should” you tell him before turning to look at Thomas “tell me what?” Thomas asks and you shake your head holding onto your sanity and pushing yourself up again “The plan about saving Minho it's working now we've gotta save Newt your helping or not?”

“She’s Sick” Newt spits and Thomas looks at you “i’m fine just tired” And Thomas nods he knew you hadn't been sleeping much being concerned about newt but the truth was you didnt wanna risk him seeing the Infection in your leg you had enough time to sleep when this was over. “We need to get out of here” you tell him and Thomas nods, helping you lift up Newt and Making your way closer to the tunnels.

after a few blocks of walking your knees give up on you and you drop to the ground Newts body collapsing onto Thomas and dropping to the ground before you “Y/n?” Thomas ask and you look up at him “I’m Sorry Thomas” you tell him knowing your plan was not working you weren't going to make it and your idea to walk away the minute your brother was save wasn't going to work, if you were shutting down this fast then Newt was even worse knowing that the body in front of you wasn't your Brother anymore but the Infection that caught up with him and took over his brain.

suddenly the street goes quiet and Teresa her voice comes through “thomas? can you hear me, i need you to listen to me i know you have no reason to trust me but i need you to come back, Thomas you can save Newt you can save y/n, there's still time for the Both them” you start coughing and looking at your hand you see black blood and you lift your head up al little to look at thomas you give him a silent apologie again but he just looks at the blood on your lips “there’s a reason brenda isn't sick anymore, it's your blood do you understand she isn't sick cause you cured her she doesn't have to be the only one. the only thing you have to do is come back and all of this will finally be over, please just come back to me” he looks at you and with tears in your eyes you nod “you need to go ” you tell him and he shakes his head ignoring it only wanting answers “why didn't you tell me?” He asks and you swallow the lump in your throat this was the exact reason you didn't tell him

“i couldn't, i didnt wanna say goodbye not to you”

“There's still time Minho is getting the serum” and you shake your head “That’s not the plan’ you tell him throwing it all out “Newt was supposed to make it and i was going to stay behind, going down saving you guys”. You tell him and he has tears in his eyes “You were just going get yourself killed? After everything we’ve been through”

“It’s better than letting this Stuppid Virus control me, i’m not becoming a Crank Thomas, i love you i do but i would much rather get shot out here than survive only to risk hurting the others or you” but he shakes his head not accepting it you betrayed his trust which made you no better than WICKED the only difference was that your intentions were truly only to save the people you loved “we’ll get the serum and everything Will be fine” he tells you but before you can say anything or protest a loud scream comes from behind you and you turn your head to see Newt showing getting up onto his feet, surprised he’s still there “Newt?” you both ask insinc and he slowly turns revealing him fully cranked out eyes gone black and he lashes out towards Thomas attacking him. Thomas steps aside letting Newt drop to his knees and he seems to have a second of his humanity coming through “Tommy! kill me!” he yells, turning to look at Thomas but your own mind keeps getting hazly wanting to shut down so you only see fragments of the fight in front of you. the minute you look backup holding onto your sanity you see Newt holding a knife close to thomas his chest and your own rage takes over pushing yourself onto your feet and pushing your brother off of your boyfriend and holding him down “Newt, this isn't you! Get a hold on your sanity” you try hoping he has any left but he doesn't do anything but trying to get you off and to your side you see a Gun and you use your left foot to kick against it and it slides towards Thomas and he looks between the weapon and you holding down Newt “shoot! the bullet will kill us both” you tell him in a clear moment and she shakes his head

“Thomas, it's your own life, or ours!” you yell at him but Newt gets the upper hand throwing you off him and going for the knife again heading back towards Thomas and you make a decision, with tears in your eyes and the last bit sanity you crawl towards the gun and clock it standing on your feet and aiming the gun towards your brother “Newt!” you yell and he turns his attention towards you and in that small moment you see his eyes the ones you grew up with and the ones of the big brother you love so much and he nods telling you it's okay and with that you pull the trigger the bullet going into his chest and his body dropping to the ground. you look over at thomas and he sits there next to Newts body tears covering his cheeks and your own rolling down your face knowing you just killed the one person that you promise yourself you would save “i'm sorry thomas'' you tell him lifting up the gun an you close your eyes placing your Finger on the trigger but before you can pull it Thomas slams it out of your hands “No! I’m not losing both of you” you look him in his eyes and he has a pleading look “Minho is on his way just hold on okay” he tells you through sobs and you shake your head “i'm not going to make it till then i’m tired of fighting Thomas, i just want it to stop, make it stop” you tell him trying to hold onto your sanity, you reach in your pocket and take out the small necklace and you hand it to him. “Newt’s not to only one that wrote you a letter” and he grabs it holding onto your hand “i love you” you tell him and he smiles a little through the tears “i love you too” with your own tears you take a step back and let go of his hand “if that's true and you really love me, then you'll let me do this then you let me go” he looks shocked and shakes his head protesting but you dont listen to his words “you’re going to be okay” he tries to tell you but you give him a hard enough push to make him trip and you grab the gun up from the ground and drop to your knees next to Newt his body “i’ll see you soon” you tell him before before turning to look at Thomas one last time as he gets back onto his feet but your already lifting up the gun to your head “i’ll say hi to chuck for you”

“don’t do it Please y/n!” he asks through sobs “till death do us apart”

“Wait!” Looking to the side Brenda runs forwards with the small blue file in her hand and she looks to Newt on the ground and to you holding the gun to your head but it all gave Thomas enough time to run towards you getting a Grip on the gun“Thomas! I’m gonna kill you!” You yell at him letting the last of your humanity slip away and fighting the one person you thought you never wanted to hurt “Brenda!” Thomas yells and before you know it everything in front of your eyes turns black

WICKED had taken everything from him, they made it to the safe haven but it didn't seem to matter to him. Vince's speech was what hurt most , it reminded everybody of what they lost but it also reminded them that the people they cared about sacrificed their own lives to save them. “We've come a long way together, so many have sacrificed to make this place possible. your friends, your family. so here's to the ones that couldn't be here, here's to the friends we've lost, this place is for you it's for all of us” he turns his body to point at one of the large rocks in the middle of the place “this, this is for them, so in your one time in your own way, come make your peace, and welcome to the safe haven”

The night was spent talking about memories of the lost once and the plans for the future, the plans of what was coming next and what to do with their lives Now That they were free to do what they wanted but Thomas kept away from it sitting to the side. Minho said down next to him giving him a small smile and looking over the place “this is going to be a good home for us, they would of loved it” he tells him while reaching in the pocket of his jacket and pulling out the two necklaces and hands them back to thomas “you had this one you when you passed out, figured i'd keep them safe for you” an Thomas takes Boh of he necklaces from the boy hesitantly “thanks minho'' padding his shoulder he smiles before walking away leaving Thomas alone to read the letter from Newt, followed by the one you gave him.

Dear Thomas

it’s been one hell of a ride, i know i always complained about being trapped by WICKED so this might be weird coming from me but i miss the glade, i miss waking up to frypans crappy breakfasts or watching the sunset right before the doors closed, it all seems like so long ago doesn't it we were so innocent back then. But now here we are, we lost a lot of Friends in the fight to get you all to the safe haven so you guys better make the most of it or I'm coming to haunt you all.

i want you to know that i never kept this all from you cause i didn't love you, god i loved you even more after i found out it wasn't going to last but i couldn't bring myself to tell you i know that it's probably selfish but i didn't want to spend our last few weeks maybe even days saying goodbye like everyone did with Newt, i wish i could be with you forever but i guess we weren't meant to be. Our time together was exactly like paradise but i wouldn't wanna change, i remember when you can up in that box back in the Glade everybody though you were one hell of a trouble maker and to be honest you really were, breaking the rules running into the maze but i loved every second of it, it didn't matter to me how many times you broke the rules or what stuppid or risky idea you had i would off followed it all, i did follow it i followed you, through the Maze, through the scorch and now through the last City saving Minho and getting Newt to safety. That was my plan and i know you’ll hate it but it was simple get you all save and leave myself behind to die out in the field so nobody has to know what was really happening to me it Will be easier that way. i’m not afraid of dying, i’m afraid of

Losing myself to this stuppid virus that turned me into a walking time bomb. I want you to know I don't want to let you all go but I have no other choice cause waiting for this serum isn't an option for me and even if we get there in time it would only push back the inevitable. I want you to be happy. I want you to live your life to the fullest and make me proud and take care of the other keep Minho out of trouble and make sure gally doesnt start a fight with some shank in the safe haven. i hope that in a few years from now you’ll smile and say that it was worth it cause it has been worth it to me. Now pick yourself up and finish what you started and lead the people that are there with you like I know you can. I know you’ll do what's right you always have. take care and remember that i’ll love you

thank you for being my best friend and my first love

goodbye tommy

y/n

Opening your eyes you sit straight up feeling a burning pain in your ankle and lifting the fabric you see the Veins disappeared and the bite mark was almost completely healed. Panic rushes through your body not knowing where you are and looking around you only see wooden furniture and bottles of medicine on a table to the side, throwing your feet over the edge you stand up finding your balance and walking past the curtain that closed of the little shed you were in and you look out over the ocean turning to the side you see an entire village that reminds you of the glade, making you think that heaven wasn't as bad as you though it was going to be walking forwards into the place you pass by field that are growing food, people building shelter with wood and right in front of you the dark haired Runner comes walking closer and you look over at him surprised “Minho?” You ask him hesitant and he smiles up you only to see Gally, Frypan and Brenda walking closer to you beside him “hey there Greenie, you look better” Gally tells you and you stand there shocked and there eyes go to something behind and turning around your faces with the brown haired boy you love and he looks a bit sad but there this little light of Hope in his eyes as he steps closer grabbing onto you an hugging you tight.

“I-i’m alive'' you ask hesitantly while you sit on the side with Thomas and he nods “how long have I been out?” You ask him “A week the serum took its time but you made it through” he tells you and guilt hits you immediately, your plan your brother was the one that should have been sitting there not you, your brother, you killed your brother you shot Newt,you almost shot yourself. Panic washes over you and Thomas seems to notice and he grabs your hand pulling you out of it “hey, you made it” he tells you again and tears roll down your cheeks “i wasn't supposed to”

“yeah, i know i read your letter” and you look up at him “Thomas”

“I did as you told me to, i picked myself up and i’m gonna keep going forwards, were gonna keep going forward together”

“After everything if done, you still want me?” And the boy nods lifting his hand an cupping your cheeks “i hate the plan you made to just go of and die on your own and i’m going to be angry about it for a while but right now your still alive and i’m not planning on letting you go anytime soon so you're stuck with me”

“Newt..” you say in a whisper “Newt would want you to live a happy live and not think about what happened because you can't change it” you know he’s right but it was going to take time to mourn the loss of your brother this wasn't the plan you made instead of silently slipping away after you saved your friends and your brother you are the one that got saved “you were infected you didn't think straight” he tells you

“I knew what was doing when i pulled the trigger, i knew in that moment i was shooting My own brother, the look in his eyes told me it was him in that last minute it told me it was okay” you tell him holding down the Tear's that threaten to slip again

You hated your neighbor Teddy.... Tim? Or was it Theo? Tyler? Toby? Ok, whatever his name was, you hated him. His apartment was 3B and yours was 3A which meant, his was right next to yours.

3B was the rudest, loudest, more obnoxious neighbor you had ever encountered, and that was saying a lot because the person who lived in 3E cooked fish every single day because of their diet and you would constantly smell it, even while you showered... but that still didn't disqualify 3B from being the worse neighbor in the history of neighbors.

Your college's apartment complex was cheap and growing old which meant lousy layout, poor water and heat, frequent black outs, arctic winters but what really tied the knot? the paper thin walls.

Every. Single. Day. Made you feel like you were at a rager. He would play ridiculously loud conga and party music that made you feel like you were standing right next to the speakers, floors vibrating and buzzing to the beat of the music making your decor and items fall of the walls. The parties would last for hours, days even and you could never get anything done. How did he even have the time for all of that? You didn't know.

The feeling became mutual when he complained to the front office about your door decorations and how they were distracting, after you complained about his loud music. The office didn't do anything but he did by leaving you a note telling you to "kindly piss off" with a little signature of his name written at the bottom in handwriting so sloppy that you couldn't decipher the word.

Your dorm mate Brenda was never home so she couldn't partake in the aggravation you held but when she was you made to tell her every detail of it.

Crowds of people would fill the hallways and would swarm you unintentionally, but that still didn't give you any less reason to elbow through the annoyingly large crowd. 3B would also get with loads of girls. You only knew this because you heard it. You were practically living next to a porno each night. The constant banging on the wall, the moans and pleads for the pain in the ass next door but for some reason no matter how many times you'd hear the girls moan his name, you could never find it in yourself to remember it.

You'd filed a complaint so many times that the lady at the front desk of the office eventually made a spot at her desk for you, where you'd study because of the neanderthals next door to you. The office only ever told him to quiet down each time and he'd do it for the smallest second but then continue with his shenanigans.

Right now screams of joy and laughter filled your ears as fucking Kanye West was blasting through the speakers. You were studying for your huge final this week and you just couldn't take it anymore, listening to it anymore made you groan loudly in frustration.

You slammed your hands down on your desk, ripped the earbuds out of your ears after trying to cancel out the noise and trudged through your apartment for your slippers. You walked by the door and quickly slipped them on after throwing the hood attached to your sweater, over your head.

Your plan was simple. Walk to his door. Knock loudly, hard and furious. Then proceed to yell at him at the top of your lungs. See the plan would be that simple... if you knew what he looked like. Which you didn't. You actually never met 3B but all you knew was that you hated him and his stupid parties.

"Fucking stupid Terry. Always fucking throwing a party. He's so fucking inconsiderate and such a piece of shit." You muttered lowly to yourself as you quickly traipsed through the dirty hallways and to his door.

Knocking fast and hard you huffed when you had to wait a few moments for someone to answer the door. "Hello?" A taller and slimmer figure with brown curly hair, soft eyes and reddish cheeks answered the door holding a red solo cup and a lazy smile on his face.

"Hi, uh... hi. I'm uh apartment 3A, next door neighbor and I have a serious test this week, is there any way you can keep it down?" You softly asked, forgetting the initial plan to yell at whomever showed up to the door first. "Yeah ,yeah! fo shoooo..." the boy slurred his words at the end and prolonged the word that was meant to be 'sure'.

"Thank you, I appreciate that."

You ended up going to the library that night.

They didn't quiet down, they actually got louder and they even started going to your apartment for resources, like the bathroom or fucking food. You about had enough, but you were too tired and drained out to even try and yell or scold anyone tonight.

You took your tote bag off your shoulder and placed it onto the chair next to you as you sat down. Taking out your laptop along with your earbuds and notebook. Looking everywhere you couldn't find your pen, and you knew the library didn't carry them since students began borrowing them and never giving them back.

The 24 hour library was relatively empty except for the librarian and one familiar looking boy. The boy had dark chocolate hair, honey speckled eyes and a concentrated look on his face. He seemed to be studying too. Taking your chance, you stood up, chair scraping lightly, and you trudged your way through the rows of tables to his. Standing upon him you admired the moles scattered across his face, and you guessed you had for too long when his voice snapped you back to reality. "Um, hi?" He said confused.

"Oh shit." You muttered lowly to yourself. "Hi, uh I was wondering if you had a pen? I'm studying for a test this week and my stupid ass forgot one." You said half humorously, trying to lighten the mood from the embarrassment you had just gone through from getting caught. "Oh. Yeah I have one, we all do it so no worries." He opened his black book bag on the floor and he took out a black ball point pen and offered it to you before snatching it back and eyeing you and your form for a minute, pointing the pen in you direction almost accusingly.

"You... you look familiar. Wait. Are... are you in my government?" Your eyes narrowed as you tilted your head, brows furrowing at the action until your eyes widen and your mouth went gape. "Oh! Yeah! Mr. Vince, right?" He nodded and the unknown tension in your shoulders faded quickly. "So I assume your studying for his test then?" He pointedly asked and you hummed in agreement and rocked back and forth on your heels, stuffing your hands in your college sweatshirt. "Yeah, pain in the ass, but I'm managing. Are you?" He snickered slightly as he nodded in agreement too, relaxing back into his chair, sinking slightly and stuffing his hands into his sweater pockets as well.

"Yeah, my roommate decided to throw a fucking rager so I had to remove myself and go here for it." He finally handed you the pen, as he turned his chair more to look up at your form. "God same. Well not same like 'my roommate is throwing a rager same' but more like my next door neighbor is and I just couldn't focus." He hummed in agreement and you both fell into a comfortable silence as you remained shuffling on your feet.

"Did you maybe uh... did you maybe want to study together? I mean the test is our final so I feel like we could both help each other out, you know? If you don't want to that's completely cool, I just figured-" he rambled slightly and you chuckled at his flustered state, cutting him off.

"Yeah, no, I'd um, I'd like that."

"Cool."

You moved to his table and you both quizzed each other and studied for the test for a good while.

"Alright, so if you don't like potato chips, then what the hell are you eating?" He asked. You both stopped studying an hour ago, but you fell into a great conversation that wasn't too deep or anything but just more or so casual, and now here you were. "Potato chips are boring. If I wanted to snack I'd eat ice cream or some gold fish."

His face scrunched up in disgust and he shook his head making a noise of disgust. "Bleh. You're a heathen, you know that?" He chuckled leaning on the library at table a bit and you nonchalantly shrugged, smirk evident on your face. "It is what it is." You both chuckled at your retort and your eyebrows furrowed as you checked the library clock, on the wall.

"Woah it's one, we're we here for that long?" The boy in front of you checks his phone and concentration is set on his face as he looked like he was trying to remember something. "Uh so I came in here ten minutes before you did, and that was at eight so... we've been here for like five hours." Your eyes comically widen and you scoff, not in a negative way but more in a shocked way.

"Well it looks like times up, I should get going. It was nice meeting you and I'll see you in Vince's Monday!" Before you could run off, the boy was already next to you, bag in hands and steps ready to be in sync. "What building are you in? The least I could do is walk you back, there's a lot of freaks on campus," he leaned in and his mouth moved closer to your ear, "and I'm pretty sure Leonard the custodian has a thing for young pretty girls." Fake fear laced in his voice and you giggled. "Oh, so I'm pretty?" You asked challengingly as you quirked an eyebrow up and the chocolate truffled hair boy eyes you up and down and plainly shrugs. "If it's one am, and no one is outside, then you're Leonard's best bet." You scoff, negatively this time, and you shove his shoulder walking ahead of him.

"I'm in 630 west wing, by the way!" You call out and he deeply inhaled and breathily sighs, licking his teeth as he watched you saunter off in front of him, out the door.

"Alright then, you're stuck in the desert, you can only bring two things, what are you bringing?" It was a long walk from the library to your dorm so he picked up conversation from the library outside quickly. "Easy. A hooked up RV, and a pair of underwear. The RV is already packed with heat, ac, water, and electricity so if I have that then I can drive away and get me some food. And the underwear is so I'm not dirty." Replying simply he looked at you with wide eyes, smirk evident on his face with a bit of shock as his mouth gaped. He rolled his eyes at you, a little playfully and you snickered.

"That's is so... that is so cheating!" He argued and you shook your head, lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed. "No... no I don't think so?" You giggled and he ducked his head down smiling, hands stuffed in his sweats. He stopped in front of your building and you did as well turning to face him, facing away from the entrance. "Well... here I am. Thank you for walking me." He nods and gives you a soft chuckle before responding, "this uh... this is actually my building too."

Huh. "Oh... oh, cool. Uh... we can walk in together... yeah, come on." You slightly rambled, a little surprised you had shared the same building but never seen one another. The boy nodded and walked up the steps holding the door for you, thanking him, you both walked in and you pressed the up button for the elevator. "You're up too?" He asked slightly frazzled the same way you were and you nodded trying to shake away the unknown nervousness.

Walking into the elevator you both shook against the old cage and he clicked the third floor and your eyes widened again. "You've gotta be joking..." you quietly muttered and he chuckled, false confusion set on his face. "What? You don't like me?" He laughed and you giggled and shook your head. "No! You're... you're great I just... we're in the same building but we've never seen each other which I find kind of strange, you know?" He nodded and made a noise of agreement and you relaxed against the metal box as soon as he did.

The elevator dinged and you waited for the squeaky doors to open and anxiousness took over your body, making your heart race. You didn't know why this made you so anxious but you were about to find out. Not walking too far you stopped in front of your door and he did as well and your mouths had never dropped so wide in your entire life as your eyes practically popped out your heads.

"3A..."

"3...B."

"This... wow. This is fucking insane. Um... I'm gonna- I'm gonna go." You quickly said, a little tired but a lot more shocked and the boy was about to cut you off before you quickly unlocked your door and slid inside, slamming the door and hitting your back against it.

The chocolate haired boy looked at the space where you were not even 10 seconds ago, and he took a deep breath and exhaled. As you did the same behind the door.

"Fuck.”

"Fuck."

The weekend past and you were dreading your finals this week. An entire week filled to the brim with tests, essays, and non stop studying. But more importantly you were dreading Troy... or whatever his name was.

You had stayed in your apartment all weekend and couldn't bare the thought of seeing him, he was the last thing on your mind to be quite honest. All you knew was that there was a special kind of hate that you had for him, that you were too increasingly tired to face now.

Heading into your first class, Mr. Vince's government, you walk up the steps of the room and found your name written on a post it note sitting on the the long table the chairs were attached to. 

Mr. Vince said last week all the students would have temporarily assigned seats, just for the test. You looked around your surroundings and checked the names near you, Alyssa, Aris, Faye, and... Thomas.

You set your tote bag down and began taking out everything you'd need for the next two hours to come. You took out your laptop, pencil, pen, notebook, and earbuds. Sorting them out on your part of the table you felt someone's bag graze your shoulder and you turned your head to the right, looking over your shoulder and you visibly gulped when you saw the figure in front of you. Sitting down next to you was Todd. Fuck you really needed to know his name.

He took out everything you had out and he finally turned to you, not realizing before who was next to him and he gulped.

"Um... Hi."

With shaky hands you waved at him giving him the most polite smile, which looked fake, that you could muster up.

"Uh.. I'm... I didn't know you were-"

"Yeah me either." You said blankly, referring to the neighbor situation last week. You a little annoyed at him. Ok a lot annoyed but you had reason. You had to deal with his bullshit all semester and now that he finally put a face to his neighbor next door now he was apologetic? You were upset.

"So you're Thomas..."

"That I am."

You simply hummed. Not ready or willing to deal with him or his attitude. Mr. Vince walked into the class, slamming his binder on the long desk he used and began talking about the test.

"Alright folks. You did this last year. Two hours for the test, no talking blah blah blah. I can't answer any questions but if you need to use the bathroom just raise your hand and I'll let you go. Once you're done the test you can lie your head down or read or something, just no cell phones, capeesh? Capeesh. Alright folks, begin!"

Not even 45 minutes in, your right shoulder was tapped and you got the mere whiff of fruit and men's cologne.

"Psst."

You knew exactly who it was so you brushed him off and rolled your eyes, adjusting yourself on your chair, rolling your neck trying to concentrate again. "Uh... Y/N. My... my computer died. Can I borrow your charger?" He whispered to you, and you assumed he read your name off the name tag but ignored him as peers around you began shushing him. "Let it get to 20% please, I was almost done, I'll give it back as soon as it dies, I swear." He pleaded.

He probably wasn't going to stop asking and the sooner he was done the sooner he'd leave you alone so giving him the charger wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

You took the black chord out of your bag and stealthily handed it to him, hands brushing one another and your eyes slightly widening at the action. He profusely thanked you and swore up and down he'd give it back as soon as it got to 20%.

Over and hour had passed and you finished under an hour so you just laid your head against your chair, but you hadn't realized you fell asleep.

You woke up to Mr. Vince tapping you on the shoulder and telling you it was one, the test ending at 12:45 and your cheeks turned red. You apologized and he waved it off, saying it probably was a well deserved nap and you hurriedly grabbed all of your things and rushed back to your apartment.

You sighed as you fell deep into your plush couch next to your roommate Brenda.

"Nice to see you're home Bren. Did Gally's place not work out for you?"

She chuckled as you laid your head into her lap, letting her play with your hair. "Ha Ha. I decided I need led to go home and see my favorite roommate before anything but now that I've seen you, I'm getting ready to head out again. Finals finished early for me since my English teacher had to undergo surgery so I'm heading back to his place. Cool?" You lowly snickered to yourself nodding in response, fully expecting this from Brenda but not complaining none the less.

She replaced her lap with a couch pillow and placed it under your head and you sighed. "I love you and I'll see you this weekend ok?" You nodded and she walked towards the door, bag already packed and in hand.

"Wait...?" You paused. Did you seriously pack and wait for me to show up before leaving?"

She simply nodded and shrugged. "I couldn't be left awol, I had to see you." You playfully rolled your eyes and bid your farewells as she left the apartment.

A couple hours passed and scrolling through your phone wasn't enough to pass the time so you decided on a movie. Realizing the complex was silent you hummed to yourself. "That's a first." You said quietly. Never unpacking your tote, you took out your laptop and opened it up to find it dead.

"Fuck! Little bastard didn't give back my charger..." you huffed in annoyance, rolling your eyes. You went into your room and went into your dresser, where you kept your spare charger to find a sticky note that read,

'took the charger too. sorry bae, giving it back this weekend, ly <3'

"Little shit." You licked your teeth contemplating your next decision. You changed out of your school attire into a sweater and pajama pants and slipped on your slippers. Walking out your apartment, you walked a few feet and stood in front of the apartment you dreaded most.

3B.

Setting a rhythm on the door as you knocked the door flew open and you sucked in a breath. "What?" Terren- Thomas was standing at the door, shirtless, with joggers low on his hips. He seemed a little flustered he had to answer the door. "Oh shit, hold on." He held a finger up to you before you could reply to him and he ran into the back of his own complex and left the door ajar.

From what you could see his apartment was neat. The layout the same but just flipped around on the opposite side. He had nice decor, good looking furniture and pictures adorning his walls but before you could ponder further he came back with a grey short sleeve T- shirt on.

"Hey um... can I... can I help you?" He asked a bit breathlessly, scratching the back of his neck and gulping. "You never gave back my charger during government and I sort of need it back." His eyebrows furrowed, sound of confusion escaping his lips, as he moved his hand to scratch at the slight stubble on his chin and cheek. "Yeah I did. You uh..." he wanted to say something but it had felt like he was physically incapable of doing so.

"I, what?" You asked annoyed. All you wanted to do was leave with your charger and not deal with him any longer. "You fell asleep but I woke you up, and gave you your charger. I finished my test so I just sat there laying down like you did. You were still drowsy so without putting the charger in your bag, you set it down on the floor and when you did your eyes got droopy and you... you passed out on my shoulder," He said unsurely, afraid of your reaction. Your cheeks reddened, a bit embarrassed at the situation so you faked cough, trying to see if it made the tension dissipate... it didn't.

"I didn't want to wake you either so I just waited until the test was over to move you and I guess you slept a bit after, assuming that's why you're here." He quickly added. You felt... well you didn't know how to feel. You felt awkward and you also felt bad for bothering Thomas. It was just a mix of emotions.

"God, I'm a fool. I'm sorry for disturbing you, Thomas. And... falling asleep on you. I'll run back and grab it, thank you."

"Wait!"

Before you left to go back to the school building Thomas grabbed your upper arm and made you turn around, pulling you slightly back to him. "Oh uh... sorry. I uh, I've got mine here you can just borrow it. Tomorrow buildings closed for students so teachers can grade so no one should be in the building and if anyone is it'll be Mr.Vince and he'll probably keep it safe for you. And it's no worries, you didn't bother me or anything." He rocked on his heels anxiously which made you anxious. He held his hands in his pocket as he awaited for your answer on his offer.

"Yeah that'd um, that would be great, thank you." He waved you off and offered you inside as he told you he'd grab his charger and bring it back to you. Now you finally saw the inside of the rager house. It was nothing like you'd imagine it'd be. It was modern and clean, not trashy and messy. It had a home-y feel and it smelled like vanilla and pine. Thomas came shuffling on the hardwood floors, as he handed you his charger. "Here, give it back tonight, tomorrow, I don't care. I never use my computer except for school anyways, so it doesn't really matter."

"Your house is nothing like I thought it'd be."

You quickly mumbled, ignoring what he said initially and his eyebrows furrowed and his head cocked backwards, slightly taken aback.

"W-what?"

"You know with all the parties and people, I thought it'd be messy and unorganized.”

"Thanks?"

"No problem."

You both stood there for a minute, Thomas not moving but the longer he decided to stay there the thicker the unwanted tension became.

"I'm not the one who throws the parties, you know. It's my roommates. Newt and Mihno." He pointed out, which made you look at him with confusion.

"But... the people that come over or whatever always say it's your party, or like... when the uh... when girls come over and you guys... you know... they're always screaming for you." You nervously said, a little uncomfortable with the fact you spoke about his sex life aloud. You didn't know what to think right now but you knew you were beginning to feel terrible about the hatred you held for the boy.

"No one ever comes twice to the parties, so when one of my roommates throws the parties they use my name. They've gotten in trouble before by the dean for the parties so they stopped using their own names, and started using mine. Hence the uh... the screaming. I'm never here when they party. It gets too rowdy and I can't handle it, I usually go to the cafe on south bound or the library." He pointed out nervously.

"Oh." You were shocked. So profoundly that you might've thrown up. "So the note in the beginning of the semester..." for what felt like the 100th time that night, his eyes narrowed. "What... what note?"

"You... or I guess your roommates complained a about my front door's decorations after I complained about the noise about your parties-I mean their parties. And they wrote me back a letter telling me to kindly piss off or something." You chuckled lowly about the situation, it all seeming to silly now that you realized it. He licked his teeth, what you assumed was his way of showing he was thinking then his eyes widened.

"Ohhhh. The notes. Newt, Mihno , and I were drunk that night, and that was the night they last hosted a party with their own name. That night was hilarious." He said, reminiscing on the memory of his friend and him.

You chuckled remembering that night too, him joining you. "I remember, after the party shut down, we kept writing notes back and forth to each other and yours were so unintelligible I just gave up."

He moved to the couch and silently beckoned for you to join and you did. The both of you busting out laughing at the memory.

"Mihno tried writing how his dick would be a better Christmas ornament than the ones you had on your door. I took the note and threw it at him. He was the most fucked up that night." The both of you couldn't contain the loud laughter you shared and it had felt like a weight had been lifted.

You had a hatred for Thomas and you didn't even know who he was let alone what he looked like. He was the most down to earth person, you had found that out the night in the library, and he was funny and kept great conversations. But you still felt bad for giving him the cold shoulder all this time, and choosing to not hear him out.

"Um Thomas..." his laughter died down when he realized you had gotten serious and he gave you a look of confusion as he tilted his head. "Um Y/N...?" He retorted back, chuckling a little to himself but went back to his seriousness while you shifted on the couch, right arm on the back of it and legs folded beneath you to face him more. "I'm sorry about you know... all of this," You moved your arms to create a circle to emphasize the situation.

"I've been terrible to you. You didn't even do anything wrong and I gave you the cold shoulder. Now we're sitting in your apartment laughing our asses off... it just doesn't sit right with me that I'm enjoying myself and you had to deal with my bitchiness, so... I'm sorry."

He took his hands and placed them on top of your shoulders in a friendly way to reassure you and smiled softly. "Y/N, It's ok. It didn't matter to me. I mean I was bummed that our cool next door neighbor despised us but I couldn't do much about that. You didn't know that I didn't host the parties either so it isn't your fault, It's ok."

He just stared at you with such reassurance you felt confined in it. You smiled back with just as much enthusiasm and thanked him. You were glad that you both didn't end this on bad terms for the whole semester, and now you gained a friendly neighbor.

Newt and Minho then stormed in and bursted your bubble, as they trudged through the house. "Aye!!!! Tommy!" Newt exclaimed, noticing you on his couch he paused and nodded his head smiling. "...m'lady." Thomas looked a bit red cheeked and embarrassed, so he ducked his head down and scratched the back of his head to hide it. "Hey, you guys."

"Is THIS the infamous 3A?" Minho exclaimed as he made his way to sit between you both on the couch.

"I think they're tipsy so don't mind them. It's pretty normal." Tommy whispered to you before they could make their way over.

"I can tell." You giggled and he smiled at the sight.

Minho sat down in the middle of the both of you and laid his head on your lap and rested his feet on Thomas' while newt went into his own bedroom.

"Y'know this shank," Minho paused, pointing at Thomas with a grin on his face. "Told me sooooo much about you." He said with a dopey smile.

"Oh yeah? What'd he say?" You replied to Minho all the while staring at Thomas.

"The night he found out you were 3A he was so bummed. He said that he had just met the most pretty, sweet and funny girl ever, but found out she was our next door neighbor who hated us. Which by the way," he paused again to look up at you, as he lazily took your hands to put them on his head, indicating he wanted his head rubbed. "I'm terribly sorry about that. That was shitty and I'm sorry, sorry." Mihno rambled his slurred words and before you knew it your hands on his head put him to sleep.

"Alright I think we're gonna walk you out before he wakes up and asks for a hand job." Thomas joked, placing Mihno's feet on the couch as he stood up wiping his lap. You took his head and placed it on the couch, putting a pillow beneath it and ruffling his hair to give it more volume than you had it.

Walking you to your apartment stopped in front of your door frame as you unlocked the door and let yourself in, standing just a few millimeters away from each other.

"So, I'm pretty?" You asked, referring to the statement Minho made about you in Thomas' words.

"So pretty Leonard would be lucky to have you." He joked and you busted out in laughter.

"Um Minho, Newt and I are gonna have like this exclusive tiny get together slash party thing this weekend, would you maybe want to go?" Thomas asked nervously and you folded your arms over yourself and quirked an eyebrow up.

"Only if you promise we'll be quiet." You responded and Thomas laughed at that and you hear Newt pop out the door and reply with "Promise!" Which made you laugh even more.

In response to his offer you nodded your hand and you hear and Minho and Newt whooping in excitement.

"So this would mean you forgive me and we're not friends, yeah?" Thomas asked quietly, hope laced in his voice as he started with wide eyes.

"Yeah." You nodded your head, seeing where he was going with this.

"So truce?" He held out his hand for you to shake and you happily took it, soft smile plastered on your face.

So a few months back when the new greenie had arrived, you’d thought nothing of it at all, it was just another brother to add to the ever growing family right? You had no idea just how wrong you’d been back then. Now though, Thomas was the bane of your existence.

If he wasn’t glaring at you, he was avoiding you totally and completely. If looks could kill you were sure you’d been dead by now. He’d tried to hide it, at least you’d assumed as much since every time you caught him, he had looked away. The trouble was, that he was terrible at doing it, since you weren’t the only one who had noticed the tension between the two of you. You weren’t sure what his problem was with you, but you were damn sure going to find out soon, you were beyond done with his shit, he had no right to do it, you hadn’t done a damn thing wrong. 

Being one of the only girls here was sometimes difficult, you and the other girls had hardly ever seen eye to eye on anything at all. They had mostly stuck together, they didn’t like the fact that you were close with Newt and Minho, being the only female runner you had spent a lot of time with the guys which didn’t go unnoticed.

But you just couldn’t work out why Thomas was only this way with you, seemingly he had no problems with anyone else, except maybe Gally, but they seemed to clash on a monumental level. Whenever you saw Thomas and he didn’t realise you were there, he was so happy, carefree, laughing and joking with Minho and your best friend Newt of all people. Not that you had a problem with it of course, Newt was adorable and kind as anything, people tended to love him, gravitate towards him. 

Letting out a quiet sigh you stared off into the distance, where you could just about see Thomas and Alby talking. You were so distracted wondering what the hell they could be talking about, that you didn’t hear Gally calling your name. Not until you received an elbow to the ribs. “What the fuck was that?” you asked him, levelling him with a glare. 

Eyebrows raised he held up his hands in defence, “Just try and pay bloody attention would you?” Gally huffed out in annoyance, knowing better by now than to push your buttons too much. 

“I was paying attention Gally, I’m sorry. I’m just totally knackered,” you sigh running your hands through your hair and down over your face.

Groaning to himself, Gally dismissed the others before turning back to you, and asked, “What’s up? Something’s got your knickers in a real twist lately. You’ve not been yourself for months” he sounds worried, which surprises you a bit, and you watch as he takes a seat, gesturing for you to do the same 

You know he’s right, you haven’t been yourself at all and you know why, even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself. But before you can speak a knock at the door interrupts you. 

“What is it?” Gally calls and the door cracks open, revealing Thomas and Newt. 

“Alby needs you,” Thomas says simply, focus completely on Gally as he speaks, his voice almost void of any emotion. You can almost feel him actively avoiding looking at you, as if you aren’t even there at all. You kind of get the urge to get up and punch him in the face, stupid perfect fucking face. You shake those thoughts from your mind as soon as they appear. You know just how dangerous those thoughts can be.

Newt walks into the room, taking the seat beside you and you can’t be sure,  but you swear you see Thomas stiffen as your best friend pulls you into a hug. 

“Newt talk to your girl. For the love of god, she’s driving me insane,” Gally grumbled under his breath as he quickly exits the room, practically slamming the door behind him as he leaves. Newt turns to you, giving you the cocked eyebrow the way he always does. It always goes along with the silent questioning he sends your way. If there’s one person here who knows you better than anyone, it’s him.

“What is it shortass?” Newt all but whispers, glancing over your shoulder you presume at Thomas, before his gaze falls back on you. 

You can’t help but crack a smile at the nickname, “You know what it is, who it is,” you reply in a hushed whisper. 

Over Newt’s shoulder, you meet Thomas’s eyes as he shifts closer you notice that he’s moved, you swear his eyes are darker, that gorgeous honey brown you pretended not to notice is almost black now. His posture has changed completely, he’s clenching his jaw hard, his arms are folded over his strong chest, so that you can see the muscles more clearly than ever. His foot kicked back against the wall, in what seems to look like an act to make him seem relaxed, when in actual fact has the opposite effect. The way that he’s looking at you, it makes you shiver and you’re not sure if it’s your nerves getting the better of you, your excitement about the fact he’s looking at you or if you’re slightly scared by it and what it means. Hell, maybe it’s all three of them.

You hadn’t realised you were still staring, not until Newt waved his hand in front of your face. Shaking yourself free of your daydream, you focus back on Newt, giving him an awkward yet sweet smile. Hoping that neither man had noticed you staring at Thomas. Newt took hold of your hand and tugged you off of your chair, until you were following behind him, “You and I need to blow off some steam. Have a chat and a drink or something, so, come on,” Newt grinned at you, in that cheeky way that had you laughing almost straight away. You don’t even have time to look back at Thomas before you were tugged from the room.

Newt marches you out by the fire pit, grabbing two glass mugs from the table. “What are you playing at?” you question him, trying not to let the seriousness seep into your voice. 

“Well, you haven’t been yourself lately. I think I can guess why. So, we’re not going to talk about it right now. Instead, we’re gonna have a good night, together. Take your mind off of things and we can talk in the morning,” he bargains with you, holding up his mug to you cocking his head to the side the side like a curious puppy as he waits for your answer. “Besides you’re a lightweight, won’t take long for you to pass out,” he grins and you shake your head at him with a smile that probably says it all.

“I like that. But you’re wrong about one thing, my dear sweet Newt. I can drink your lanky arse under the table any day of the week!” you giggle at the bemused look on his face as you clink your mug against his. 

“Cheers” you both call out happily, you take your seats away from a lot of people. Opting to sit somewhere a little quieter, on one of the logs further back from the fire. The two of you talk about everything and yet nothing. Before you know it you’ve gotten through more moon-shine or whatever the hell this stuff is, than you had in a long time. 

You’re feeling the effects of the alcohol at this point, the pair of you had abandoned the log completely. Instead the pair of you had chosen to lay on the floor, staring up at all of the stars in the sky. “I’m so hot right now I’m about to evaporate!” you huff out blowing the hair out of your face. Turning to Newt when you hear the snort of laughter.

The laughter stops as soon as it starts as Newt looks at you with a straight face, “I’m so sorry. I’ll catch you before you float away” he promises sounding a little serious which only serves to make you both burst out in laughter. 

“You are soooo drunk” you snort through your laughter again when his laughter subsides. “Maybe you should go say hi to her” you say discreetly, pointing at the girl who hadn’t stopped staring at him for the longest time. “She hasn’t stopped staring at you” you inform your best friend happily.

“Pffft, you’re drunk. I’m fine, besides she isn’t looking at me. Maybe she likes the tree, or you. Besides I’m looking after you, maybe another night” he tries to reason, you roll your eyes and shove his shoulder before turning to face him.

“Newt! You know I love you, you’re the best friend in the entire world. But I’ve got work I need to get on with in the map shack anyway. So go, I swear, if i need you I can come get you” you tell him as you stand, helping him to his feet. He’s looking at you like he doesn’t believe a word you say, in truth, you didn’t have a single scrap on work to do tonight. There was no way in hell that you were about to stop Newt having fun. Besides, you had a lot of thinking you needed to do, maybe have a talk with yourself about what was going on in your head lately. 

“You sure?” he asks sceptically when you sway slightly once you’re upright. 

“I promise you! Now bugger off and have fun” you grin pulling him into a hug, leaning up on your tiptoes as he squeezes you. “And thank you for everything, for being you” you smile happily. 

“See! So drunk” he grins jokingly as you wave him goodbye, heading over to the map shack. 

The torch was still glowing in the room when you closed the door behind you with a gentle click, which surprised you since it was empty when you walked inside. Taking a seat at the table, you pulled out the hidden bottle you had taped under it. Wincing as you took a sip. But as usual when you were alone your thoughts wouldn’t let you relax.

Your mind went straight back to him, back to Thomas and those stupid fucking moles, on his stupid perfect face. You would never admit it out loud but that man was something else, somehow he was like fire and ice at the same time. His laugh that you’d only heard from afar was still one of the amazing sounds in the world to you. The way that he seemed to laugh with his entire body was just fucking adorable. The way that his clothes seemed to be made for his body, it had you almost dribbling, his voice made you shiver to the point that you had to clamp your thighs together, you wished more than anything that he would use it to say a word to you. But the most you’d received from him, since his second week was a grunt in reply whenever you spoke, so you’d stopped trying months ago. 

Folding your arms on the table you drop your head down onto them, willing the ever present thoughts to leave you the hell alone. You don’t have long to dwell on it before the door clicks shut somewhere behind you. You flinch at the noise, forcing yourself to sit up in your seat and turn around, to your surprise you’re looking right at Thomas. 

You don’t even try and fight the glare that you’re sending him, unfortunately neither does he. “Can I help you!?” you sigh loudly, making sure he can hear you. Currently you’re trying to decide whether you want to throw the chair at him or throw yourself at him. 

So you decide not to bother with the chair at all, you stand instead and lean back against the table. “I’m surprised you could pry yourself away from Newt long enough to get yourself in here alone” he spat spitefully, stepping further into the room, more importantly closer to you.

“What the fuck is your problem exactly Thomas!?” you practically growl, sick of all of the pretence. You throw your hands in the air as you stand from the table, opting to start walking closer to him, maybe subconsciously. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Y/N, I don’t have a fucking problem” Thomas replies with a slight smirk, which only serves to make you angrier. 

You want to throw him through the window right now, then there’s that part of you that wants to throw him against the wall and…. No. Do not finish that thought, he’s done nothing but treat you like shit and ignore you. You scold yourself internally, realising you haven’t said anything. “Oh fucking hell he knows my name! No you’re right! You only have a problem with me. Sorry I should’ve been more specific! So come, what did I do to make you hate me so much?” you accuse him voice full of the anger you’ve been holding back all of this time.

“Of course I know your name! What are you talking about!? I don’t fucking hate you! I came in the other shack earlier to try and talk to you! But you were busy as usual, and of course you’re Newt’s girl, just like Gally said. Nobody else can even get close to talking to you” he fumes coming closer than he had been in ages. 

You swallow hard taking in the look on his face, you haven’t seen that look before and you can’t place it. But you do your best to stay strong, even though you’re unable to ignore the fact that your anger has faded quite a bit since he’d started talking. “He’s my best friend Thomas! That’s all Gally meant! Besides, it doesn’t mean you need to fucking glare at me constantly! Or that you can’t talk to me if you want to. Anyway it isn’t just me, everyone sees it, you don’t need to lie” you tell him truthfully, trying to hide the shake in your more annoyed than angry tone.

He rolls his eyes as he steps closer again you realise then that he almost has you back against the wall, there’s not much room between you either now. You can feel your nerves bubbling under the surface, “For fuck sake woman! I don’t hate you, not even close! It’s just… It’s just-” he practically growls slamming his hand on the table beside him. 

“What is it Thomas!! Because I can’t take much more of this bullshit. Are you Tired, Angry. Or are you just plainly and simply jealous?” You practically spit, his eyes snap to you the second the words leave your mouth, you don’t even know why the hell you said it, before you can take it back or apologise he steps impossibly closer. His are hands pressed to the wall either side of your head, boxing you in between his body and the wall behind you. “What are you doing?” you question nervously, voice shaking slightly as you look up at him trying not cough as you swallow the lump in your throat.

He looks down at you from where he’s standing over you, running his teeth over his bottom lip. “You’re right. I am jealous. Every damn time I see you and I think I can get close, you’re with someone else. Usually it’s Newt, I just can’t help but think the worst, just like I did today. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great guy” he says quieter than before, but his voice is deeper than you’ve ever heard it. There’s a pause as one of his hands cups your jaw, which as practically dropped open at this point. 

It doesn’t improve when he speaks again, neither do your weak knees. “But you should be my girl not his” he says calmly, as his thumb gently brushes your bottom lip.

You’re still in complete and utter shock, there is no way this is happening, you must’ve fallen asleep. It was the only answer that made any sense. But then he dips his head and presses a kiss to your lips, one that has your knees sure to fall out from under you. You suck in a breath as his soft perfect lips touch yours, his hand is firm against your jaw, as he pushes his body closer. 

When you whimper against his perfect mouth, he pulls back to look at you, you aren’t sure your voice will work but you have to try and ask. “T-This is some kind of bet right? O-Or something to prove to yourself right. Like that you can have whoever you want?” you stutter out, feeling your heart hammering in your chest, blood rushing in your ears, with eyes still locked on his, as he stares down at you can’t help but notice that he looks angry again.

But when he talks he sounds more frustrated than angry, “Why the fuck would I do that! You’re gorgeous, you’re funny” he takes your hand and rests it on his chest, right above his heart, you’re not sure if you’re even breathing right now. “Nobody can make my heart beat like this, make me, this angry, and this happy all at the same time. You’re fucking infuriating, your sexy, your feisty and I know you’ll call me on my shit. I know this is a lot, if you don’t want me, or any of this you just have to say t-” he tries but you can’t even let him finish the sentence, you wrap your hands in his t-shirt and pull him back down, roughly pressing your lips against his. 

It took him a moment to react but when he did his lips moved against yours perfectly, one hand still cupping your jaw the other moved to your hip, as he fought to hold you as close as possible. Meanwhile your hands remained gripping his shirt tightly. Thomas adjusts his hold slightly, slanting those perfect plump lips against yours, your tongues meet at the same time and you can’t stop the moan that slips past your lips. The slow firm drag of his tongue against yours was like a drug, you couldn’t get enough of him or the tight grip he had on you. 

When Thomas finally pulled away to breathe your lungs are screaming at you. But he doesn’t stop kissing you, the hand that was cupping your jaw moves to your hair. To your surprise and excitement he tugs harshly, pulling your head back making a burn blossom against your scalp. 

As he exposed the line of your neck, soft lips pressed against the bottom of your throat, then the tip of his tongue ran up the length of it, you’re still panting hard when he’s nipping at your chin. Then he pressed a chaste teasing kiss to your lips, you tried to chase his lips with your own but his hand tightened in your hair. “Fuck Thomas” you groaned when his lips, teeth and tongue worked their way down your neck.

“You know you’ve got a filthy mouth princess?” he asks hotly against your neck, the way he says that makes your shiver. 

You finally release his t-shirt, slowly dragging your hands down his chest and over his stomach, until you reached the edge of the tight fitting material. With a final hard suck against your neck and the dragging of his teeth, Thomas moved from your skin and pulled back to look at you. Just like that the nerves were back, but you tried to ignore them as you allowed your hands to push under his t-shirt. You move your eyes back to his as your shaking hands make contact with his soft warm skin, “You know, I can tell you’re holding back” you tell him in a hushed voice, as your hands reach the middle of his stomach, you can feel the ripple of the muscles beneath your hands. 

“Oh yeah? You can, can you pretty girl?” Thomas rasps huskily, jaw clenched and hands practically shaking.

You hum in agreement, locking your eyes with his as his shirt rides up his body with the movements of your hands. Removing his hands from your body Thomas helps you tug the t-shirt from his body. You can’t help but whimper at the sight, from his arms to his chest to his stomach he’s perfectly toned. 

You have to shake yourself a little before you trust your voice, “Y-Yeah, I think you’re the kind of guy who likes to take control. Who knows what he likes and what he doesn’t” you breathe out shakily as you pull your own t-shirt over your body. Hearing the deep growl that leaves his throat when you lock eyes on him again and toss the shirt away. “I just wanted you to know Tommy, that I want you, so fucking bad” you tell him as seductively as possible when you pop the button on your trousers, you’re sure his gaze darkens further somehow. You watch him biting on his plump bottom lip, looking at you like he’s about to tear you apart. “ So, I don’t want you to hold back, I want everything. I promise you won’t hurt me. I can take it” you tell him truthfully, swallowing your nerves as you drop your eyes to where your fingers have started tugging at his belt.

Thomas didn’t give you chance to react and suddenly he has your hands pinned above your head, one of his hands tight around your wrists. The very tip of his nose gently brushes along your jaw as he moves his lips to your ear, you can’t stop the shudder that rolls through your body as his breath ghosts over your skin. “Do you know how many times I wanted to get you alone. Wanted to make you mine, hear you moan my name” he practically purrs as his tongue flicked across your earlobe, shortly followed by the drag of his teeth.

You needed more, you needed him to touch you before you exploded. The fingers of his free hand were just barely grazing the skin of your stomach. Then you involuntarily gasped when his finger dipped into the waistband of your panties, pinging them back against the skin of your hip. “Please Thomas, please. I need you to touch me” you whimper, a needy noise leaving your throat as you push your hips from the wall, so that your back was arched away and his thick thigh drops between your legs and pushes you back. 

You roll your hips against him, needing some kind out friction to stem the ache of emptiness. “So fucking sexy princess” Thomas all but growls, finally letting his hand dip into your panties.  You’re happy he’s holding you up when his long fingers finally come into contact with your throbbing clit, because you aren’t even sure how or if your legs are even still holding you up. His movements are slow and precise, he’s watching your face as his fingers come into contact with your soaked center and you can’t help but whimper at the feeling. “Shit baby girl, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?” he asks knowingly easily slipping his middle finger inside you, his chest anchors yours to the wall. Breasts pressed tight against his strong chest as he slips in the second finger alongside the first. 

You can’t help but cry out in pleasure as he crooks his fingers just right, the hand that’s holding your wrists tightly, lets them go and clamps over your mouth. “You gotta keep it down baby, you don’t want everyone knowing right now, do you?” The question was clear in his voice, but then he shifted his hand in your pants. Pushing the heel of his hand against your clit, you moaned against his hand when his fingers picked up speed, breathing through your nose the best you could. 

“I don’t care anymore. Feels too good” you moaned against his hand, Thomas chuckled removing his hand away from your mouth. 

Thomas moves his free hand to your back, skilfully unhooking your bra with a simple pinch of his skilled fingers. You could feel the blush on your skin as the material slides down your arms and drops to the floor between you. “Shit, you’ve got the most perfect tits i’ve ever seen” he groans deep in his chest, he ducks his head to suck a nipple in his mouth as his finger continue to move inside you. 

You’re sweating and panting with need, teeth sunk into your bottom lip, right as you feel your orgasm approaching is when those long fingers repeated slam into your g-spot perfectly. You cling to his strong shoulders, forehead resting against his doing your best not to beg for release and scream his name.

Your thighs squeeze around his hand as everything gets more intense, your stomach is on fire and your head drops back against the wall. Thomas pulls from your nipple with a pop when he feels you fluttering around his fingers, “Gonna, oh fuck Tommy. I’m so close” you mumble incoherently, as his lips and tongue attached to your neck working the skin between his teeth.

“Come on princess, let go for me” he breathes against your neck his hardness pressing to your clothed thigh. You nod rapidly, gasping incoherent words, like his words somehow give you permission. As your nails dig into Thomas’ shoulders, the band in your stomach snaps and you can’t hold back the whimper at the intensity of it. You come hard, squeezing his fingers tight. Your body practically vibrating against him as he works you through it with his fingers and whispered praises against your skin. 

Your eyes flutter open as you lift your head up and you find his eyes immediately, you swallow hard breathing heavy still at the intense look in his eyes. Neither of you say a word as his hands move to push into your hair, then he’s pressing those plump lips to yours again. Claiming your mouth with his skilful tongue. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to heat up and intensify, to something needy and desperate. The way that he dominates the kiss is better than anything you could have ever expected, you don’t even realise he’s pulled your trousers down until you feel them hanging at your ankles.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders you don’t break the kiss as you kick away your trousers. Reaching for his belt, this time he doesn’t stop you, your small fingers inch the leather from its place, until it makes a gentle clang against his thigh. With shaking hands you manage to pop the button and pull down the zip. Pushing the material from his slim hips you can’t help but smile into the kiss as he awkwardly kicks them away, leaning into you and holding you close.

You can’t help but gasp when his thick leaking cock brushes against your thigh, so warm and the surprise that he’s totally naked is a welcome one. Pulling away from his lips you look into his dark eyes when he tries to kiss you again, you bite your lip effectively stopping him. Before he can speak you drop to your knees in front of him. “Fuck princess” he groans tangling his long fingers in your hair, keeping it away from your face as you wrap your small fingers around his length.

When he tugs gently you look up at him loving the way that his firm grip burns your scalp, you lick your lips, as you lean in close. Keeping your eyes on his, you watch him bite into his lip as your tongue flicks across his leaking slit, a small moan slips past your lips at the taste of him. 

Keeping your hands resting on his strong thighs you swirl your tongue around the swollen head of his impressive cock. When you wrap your lips around the head of his cock he lets out a choked moan, hips twitching a little pushing him further into your mouth. “Shit princess, so fucking good” 

You pull off of him with an obscene pop, licking your lips looking up at him with an innocent expression. “Want you to fuck my mouth Tommy, please” you all but beg, fidgeting where you sit as he adjusts his grip in your hair. Pulling it into a ponytail, he wraps the hair around his fist and tugs harshly. 

“Shit you’re so fucking sexy, you wanna choke on my cock baby?” he groans deep and throaty, making you whimper desperately. When his cock brushes your lips you open your mouth for him immediately. He tugs your hair harder forcing your head back a bit further, when he thrusts his cock into your mouth you moan around him, closing your lips and sucking, tongue moving with his movements. You can’t help but gag a little when he bumps the back of your throat, your hand drops between your legs, pushing past your panties as he continues to thrust his hips. 

You’re moaning around him when his cock starts thrusting harder, the pre-come leaking on your tongue. Your nails drag down his thighs when a particularly hard thrust of his hips, causes him to push right into your throat. 

He pulls you off of him fast, you can feel his thighs shaking under your hands. “Fuck me Tommy please, I need you so bad. Wanna feel your thick cock stretching my pussy” you cry out as your hips roll against your hand, you’re so fucking close again and the look on his face his enough to drive you crazy. His eyes are dark and predatory as he helps you to your feet and pushes you back against the wall. 

You suck in a breath as he leans in close wet cock brushing rock hard against your stomach. His lips continuously brush yours as he speaks, “You know how many times I’ve thought about you doing that?” he asks cupping your breasts with those long fingers, thumbs brushing across the nipples as his nose bumps yours. You shake your head not trusting your voice in the slightest, you swallow hard as he groans seemingly searching his memories. “Thought about it so many times baby, you on your knees for me, those perfect lips wrapped around my cock. I never thought you’d take me so good though” he says husky and entrancing, as his eyes roam your body, you watch those perfect white teeth sinking into his plump bottom lip. 

His cock rubs against your clothed pussy and your legs go so weak he has to catch you, he smiles as he kisses you slow and firm. Hooking his fingers into the sides of your underwear he pulls away from your lips. “You good princess?” he checks sweetly, tucking stray hairs behind your ear as your pants panties hit the floor. You kick them away with shaking legs and nod at him. “Need to hear you say it” he says gently, lips brushing across your jaw. Hands staying firmly on your hips.

“I’m okay, I want this, I promise. I’m just extremely turned on and nervous” you giggle which quickly turns into a moan when his fingers slips between your slick folds. 

“Any time you wanna stop, you tell me” he says gently, tipping your chin so you’re looking him in the eyes. 

“I will. But I won’t need to. I’ve thought about fucking you every day for the last few months” you tell him truthfully, feeling the grip he has on your hip tighten further. 

“You won’t need to just think about it now baby” he moans when you take hold of his cock, his fingers fall away. Gripping his own cock he slips it through your folds, “So fucking wet for my princess, can’t wait to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock” Thomas groans pushing the head of his cock inside you, your hands grip onto his shoulders tightly, he tugs your leg up over his hip and holds it there. “Shit you’re so tight” he breathes out shakily, as continues to inch his way inside of you. 

Your foot digs into his firm ass as you try to pull him closer, you can’t help but scream of his name, followed by a few curse words when he pushes the last few inches in hard and fast. Nails digging into his skin harshly his hand clamps across your mouth, pressing a breathy kiss to the palm of his hand he removes it. “So deep Thomas, fucking hell” you whine as he helps you jump wrapping both legs around his hips. 

“At least people know who’s fucking girl you are now” he growls possessively, rocking his hips gently back and forth as you continue to cling to him, his hands grip your ass tightly fingers digging harshly into your skin. 

“Tommy, you don’t need to be jealous. I only want you” you breathed heavily against his mouth, gasping for air when he pulls almost all of the way out of you, then suddenly he pulls you towards him and thrust hard at the same time. He’s so fucking deep, as he picks up a slow deep rhythm you swear he’s hitting your fucking cervix every time. 

He buries his face in your neck, nipping at the skin, sucking marks into your skin. Your head drops back against the wall giving him more room, you jump in his hold as one of his hands pulls back and slaps your ass hard. “See, I think that you like it, now that you know I’m jealous” he grits out between thrusts, “You smile every fucking time you say it” he growls hips picking up speed as your pussy flutters around his thick cock.

“God I love your filthy mouth, gonna make me come Thomas. So close” you cry out as he pins you to the wall, his hips slamming into you roughly.

“Fuck come on princess, come all over my cock” he growls harshly, that’s all you need to send you spiralling into an orgasm that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, Thomas keeps moving, fucking you through your orgasm until your shaking in his arms. 

Thomas barely lets you recover from your mind shattering orgasm, carefully he lowers your legs and pulls out, you shiver as his hands touch you. Carefully turning you so you’re facing the wall. You grip blindly for something to hold onto, Thomas hitches your leg up onto the small table beside you, groaning at the view in front of him. “Thomas please” you beg shamelessly, pushing your hips back.

“You’ve got it princess, just hold on” he warns you, his breath hard and shaky. Pulling your hips back he pushes easily back inside you, “I’m never gonna get tired of how good you feel wrapped around my cock” he groans words shooting straight to your core.

You lean back against him, head dropping back onto his shoulder as he fucks up into you harshly. “Kiss me Tommy” you whimper as his lips press harshly to yours, his teeth dragging over your bottom lip, you let out a whine into his mouth when his fingers brush your clit. You’re so sensitive you know it won’t take much more of the ruthless pounding to make you burst.

“So Fucking close baby girl, think you can come again for me” he moans against your lips when your pussy squeezes him tightly. 

“Yeah Tommy, just, uh-” you pant awkwardly grabbing his hand and holding it to your hair.

He grins against your neck, wrapping his fingers in your hair and tugs harshly, “Like it rough do you Y/N, my dirty little princess. You gonna fucking scream for me baby? Gonna let everyone know who’s fucking you good?” he questions hotly against your neck all you can do is moan in reply, you know you will. The way he says your name catches you off guard in the best way, your hands hang on to his arms when you can. “Fucking say it” he demands roughly, practically fucking you into the wall.

“F-Fuck Tommy, yes! I’m yours Thomas, all yours” you all but scream, your babbling the words over and over like a prayer as you come, you pull Thomas right over the edge with you. He slams his mouth over yours, groaning your name into your mouth as his comes, his tongue languidly stroking yours as his hips stutter with the final thrusts, he’s shooting his come inside you. 

Thomas wraps an arm around your middle as you stumble forwards both sets of hands slamming against the wall. You’re laughing giddily as his kisses tickle your neck. His cock slips out of you, making you whimper cutting your laugh off, “Nice catch hot stuff” you giggle again, which quickly turns into a scream when he drops back into a chair with you in his lap.

You turn awkwardly in his arms and straddle his waist, wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms wrap tightly around your waist, you sigh happily resting your head on his shoulder. Pressing soft kisses to his neck, finger tracing the moles on his skin.

“Hey is everything o-” you and Thomas both turn to the voice and Thomas almost falls off the chair when Newt walks in, in an effort to cover your body. “Okay! I’m sorry, have fun kids!” he laughs turning to leave immediately. 

You can’t help but burst out laughing, the look on Thomas’ face isn’t helping you at all. “I’m sorry it was funny! You wanted people to know, now they do” you try and defend still laughing. 

“Yeah except that, it’s not really helping with the jealousy, when another man sees you naked though babe” he groans as your lips brush his, rolling your hips against him. 

“You can always show me again Tommy” you murmur against his lips, the resounding growl coupled with the renewed grip on your hips is proof enough that he’s far from done with you. One thing was for sure, nobody would ever forget who’s girl you were again.