it’s not about that i know how to do laundry. it’s that when i was four i knew how to fold clothes; small hands working alongside my mother, while my older brother sat and played with his toys. it’s that i know what kind of detergent works but my father guesses. it’s that in my freshman year of college i had a line of boys who needed me to show them how to use the machine. it’s that the first door they knocked on belonged to me. it’s that they expected me to know.
it’s not that i know how to cook. it’s that the biggest christmas present i got was a little plastic kitchenette i never used except to climb on. it’s that my brother used it more, his hands ghosting over pink buttons and yellow dials. it’s that when my work needs cake for a birthday, they turn to me. i get it from costco. i don’t even like cooking. a boy burns popcorn in the dorm microwave and laughs. a week later, i do the same thing, and he snorts at me, “just crossed you off my wife list.” it’s that i had heard something like this so many times before that i laughed, too.
it’s not that i don’t love being feminine. it’s that i came home with bruises from trying to be a trick rider on my bike and heard the word “tomboy,” felt my little mouth say, “but i’m not a boy, i’m a girl”. it’s that they laughed. it’s that until i was sitting in my pretty dress and smiling with a big pretty smile and blinking my big pretty eyes, i wasn’t given back the title “girl”. it’s that until i wore makeup and styled my hair i was bullied; it’s that when i don’t wear makeup i’m a slob, that my mental health diagnosis hangs on the hook of being dressed up. it’s that my therapist sees me returning to bright red lipstick and tells me i am looking happier and i have to explain that i am more sad than i have ever been. it’s that i dress myself in as many layers as i can every time i ride a train because it’s better to be laughed at than harassed.
it’s not that i know how to clean, it’s that my brother’s chores were outside where i wanted to be, and mine were inside. it’s that i would have weeded the garden better than he did if they had just let me. it’s that i am put in charge of fixing other’s messes, expected to comply without complaint.
it’s not that i can’t open the jar. it’s that you ask my brother first every time. it’s that i am pushed into docile positions, trained to believe that my body when it’s strong and healthy is ugly, trained into being less, weaker. it’s that the jar is also science, is also engineering, is also every job, every opportunity. it’s that you laugh faster when he tells a joke, that you take him seriously but wave off me, that when he raises his voice he’s assertive but when i do i’m hysterical. the jar is getting into a car with a stranger as a driver and wondering if this is our last ride. the jar is knowing that if something happens to us, it’s our fault.
it’s that i’m weak and i don’t know if it’s because i just am or i was trained to be. it’s that we need to sit pretty with our pretty smiles and our pretty words trapped pretty and silent in our throats, our hands restless but pretty when idle, our bodies vessels for nothing but a future white dress. it’s that we are taught someone else needs to open the jar for us.
here’s the secret: run metal lids under hot water, they’ll expand faster than the glass they’re around. here’s the secret: when you keep us under hot water, we do more than boil. we expand over our edges. and we learn how to open our mouths, our claws, our screams hanging in kites over cities. just give me a chance. give me a chance when i am four when i am seven when i am twenty-three. i promise i can be amazing. give me the jar. i’ll show you something.
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started out innocent, little dares here and there to entertain each
other. From a young age, you and Jungkook would give each other
challenges, in order to see who was the bravest. But things get a little
less innocent when your best friend dares you to give him a lap dance
for his birthday.
A/N : “Nae mameul jeoksyeojwo bi naeryeojwo
memareuji anhge apeuji anhge.”, lyrics from Wet by JooYoung, translated in “Wet my heart, make it rain. So it won’t dry, so it won’t hurt.” Feedback or a request, everything is here ! I didn’t proof read.
The music was still buzzing in your ears, a thin layer of sweat on your forehead from all the dancing, all you wanted to do was to get rid of all your makeup and your dress.
Jungkook signed beside you, he was still amazed by the party and all you organised for his day. Even though he was tired, he had told you he wanted to spend the entire night awake, even if he had to sleep for a whole week after.
“Jungkook, can we go to sleep ?”, you whined, taking your shoes off. A wave of relief taking over your body when your bare foot touched the floor.
“What ? No !”, he said, smacking your shoudler. He bent down to take your shoes.
“But I’m so tired.”, you whined, your finger touching the tip of his nose to get his attention. “Hey, Y/N, it’s my birthday, we do what I want to do.”, he playfully said, getting up.
You sighed, trying to act annoyed even though Jungkook could see a clear smile on your face. Your best friend walked towards his bedroom, leaving the lights off in his apartment, and you followed him, curious to know what he had planned for his birthday night.
The apartment was left silente as the two of you started to get comfortable. Jungkook’s place was like a second home to you, and when you stayed to sleep, it was like you lived together, having a specific routine.
The routine included borrowing one of his shirt and his bathroom to take your makeup off while he waited or prepared what he wanted to do.
You quickly got rid of the tight fabric hugging your body, before taking your makeup off. Carefully rubbing your eye makeup, you sighed when you saw that all you makeup up was gone.
Walking out of his bathroom, you catched your best friend’s attention. He was sitting, still in his white button up and black jean, on his bed.
“You didn’t get changed ?”, you asked, sitting in front of him. “I’ll get changed after.”, he simply said. He threw his phone somewhere, his head falling in his hand, elbow resting on his knee.
“Thank you for the party.”, he breathed. You smiled, rolling your eyes. “That’s what best friends are for !”, you chuckled.
You streched, your arms above your head. It was a stressful day, the party was a surprise, and you were afraid that something would go wrong. But thankfully, everything was perfect. Jungkook was happy, and it’s all that mattered.
You started to lay down, Jungkook’s shirt riding up, revealing your underwear. Jungkook’s back leaned agaisnt the headboard, looking at you.
“So, do you have plans on what you want to do ?”, you asked, getting comfortable on his bed.
“I actually do.”, he said, raising an eyebrow.
And you knew this expression, by heart. Whenever Jungkook had an idea, a dare for you, he would raise his eyebrow, a malicious glint in his eyes. You and Jungkook would give each other dares since the beginning of your friendship, it’s started simple, but sometimes would get one of you in serious trouble. Like that time when Jungkook stole a lipstick, and almost got caught.
You two were really competitive, neither of you liked to lose. Both of you also hated admiting that you couldn’t do something, and Jungkook knew it.
“I’m all ears.”, you said, getting up on your elbow.
Jungkook sighed, getting up of his bed, “Nevermind, I don’t think you’ll be able to do it.”, he said. He back was facing you, and you knew he had his stupid little smirk on his face when you jumped up, “Excuse me ?”
He fully got up, rolling his sleeves, “I had an idea, but I think it’s too much for you. I’ll get my computer so we can watch a movie.”
Your mouth dropped, eyebrows raised. He knew how to push your buttons, but you couldn’t help it, grabbing his shirt before he could exit his bedroom. He turned around, trying to hide his obvious smile under a surprised look.
“Is it a dare ?”, you asked. He looked down at you, lightly biting his lips, nodding. “Bring it on.”, you said confident.
Jungkook chuckled, taking his desk chair, sitting in front of you. “I wanted to give you this dare last year, since it was my 18th birthday, but I wasn’t there and-”
“Okay Jungkook, just tell me.”, you said, playfully pushing the chair with your foot, but before you knew, Jungkook grabbed your ankle, bringing you closer to him.
The boy started to unbutton the top of his shirt, as you unconsciously pressed your thighs together.
“Give me a lapdance.”, he breathed.
And you stopped breathing for a second, looking at Jungkook’s devilish smile. So that’s what he wanted, you thought. On one hand, you didn’t know if it was better to refuse, and be the target of his jokes for a week or so. But on the other, you didn’t want to give him this satisfaction, you wanted to erase his smirk. And odly enough, the idea of giving him a lap dance didn’t repulse you, rather, you wanted him to moan and brag about it for weeks.
You snapped when he got up of his chair, he got caught off garde when you pushed him, hand flat on his torso. His smirk made its way back, streching his lips, his tongue on his canine tooth.
It’s just for the dare, that’s what you were repeating again and again, but you both knew that you wouldn’t do it if you didn’t want to. You placed your knees on each side of his hips, “At least give me some music.”, you whispered, as if you were afraid to talk.
Jungkook nodded, leaning forward to take his phone in his bed. His arm locked behind your back as he was also forcing you to lean backwards. His breath was ghosting over your hair, and somehow, his smirk was already fading.
He quickly unlocked his phone, his arm still around you, starting the music. The song started, and something immediatly changed in the air, you knew the song, the lyrics by heart and all the meaning behind it. Butterflies in your stomach, you started moving when you heard the voice of the singer. Your hips started slow movements over Jungkook’s crotch, your breath inching. You were focused on your best friend’s reaction, his eyes following your hips, lower lip caught between his teeth.
Your hands leaned on each side of Jungkook’s head, your head coming closer. Jungkook’s hand grabbed your hips, before you whispered, “I never said you were allowed to touch.”
He whined, fingers grabbing the arm rest. He was craving to feel your skin under his fingers tips, and guide your hips to move lower on his crotch. Unconsciously, you started humming the song, your lips dangerously close to his own.
Your hips started moving lower and lower, your closed heat lightly rubbing his jean. Your breath quicken as you slowly moved your hips back and forth. A smirk streching your lips when you saw Jungkook’s expression, digits still tightly grabbing the fabric of the chair, biting his lips, his eyes clouded with lust looking at you through his hair.
“How you feel about that ?”, you breathed, alongside the singer, before softly singing the beginning of the chorus, “Nae mameul jeoksyeojwo bi naeryeojwo memareuji anhge apeuji anhge.*”
Jungkook moaned, his chest falling and rising with every irregular breath. “Take it off.”, he asked, and he sounded wrecked. Continuing your movements, you grabbed his hands, placing them on your hips. You were expecting him to immidiatly take your shirt off, but his hands traveled under your shirt, feeling your skin and your following your movements. His fingers dragging along your side, making goosebumps rise, before he grabbed the end of the fabric.
The shirt was thrown somewhere on the floor, revealing your panties and bra. Jungkook’s hands went back on your hips, running up and down your sides. You were pressing your heat more and more on the obvious bulge forming underneath the boy’s jean, a shaky breath leaving his lips.
His arms locked behind your back, bringing you closer to his torso, his head dropping in the crook of your neck. His lips started leaving a trail of kisses on the side of your neck as the second song started. You paused to catch your breath, Jungkook’s head rising to look into your eyes at Jay Park’s first lines.
His hands forced you down, making you fully grind on him, a moan coming from your lips. One of his hand grabbed the back of your head, lips crashing on yours. His lips were soft, contrasting with how aggresively he was kissing you. His teeth captured your lower lip, tugging at it before letting it snap back. He wanted to beat you at your own game, his lips ghosting over your ear while he sang along, “What I wanna do yeah.”
Your body reacted, hips bucking, a broken moan tumbling from his lips. His hands grabbed the hem of your panties, making you more harder on him, “Just like that.”, he breathed.
Biting your lips, heart pounding, your shaky hands grabbed the buttons of his shirt, hastily opening them. You were craving to feel his skin against your palms, a shaky breath leaving your lips when Jungkook took the fabric off his shoulders.
The music was just a background noise, a blur, alongside everything that wasn’t Jungkook. Your hips were still moving, not following the song anymore, only following the moans of Jungkook, soon interrupted when his lips met yours again.
The song stopped, maybe another one started, but neither of you cared. Without breaking the kiss, Jungkook wrapped his arms in your back, getting up. You whined at the lost of friction, your hand tugging back your best friend’s fringe.
His head dropped back in the crook of your neck as the layed you down on his bed, teeth biting on your skin, making sure to leave a mark for you to remind for the days after.
The wetness between your legs was starting to feel uncomfortable but you punched the thought away, another part of you wanted to do something else. Jungkook was sucking on the skin of your collarbone, a moan escaping your lips, his body reacted, bucking his hips into yours with a groan.
All his torture and moans were making you dizzy, and you wanted him to feel as wrecked as you, your fingers quickly unbutonning his pants. Jungkook chuckled, his hand grabbing a jaw to make you look at him. “What are you doing ?”, he asked, clearly wanting to hear those filthy words coming out of your pretty mouth. You entered his game, looking at him dead in the eyes, “Let me suck you off.” He groaned, closing his eyes, before releasing your jaw.
He moved, letting you get up of the bed.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me.”, he breathed, watching you drop on you, getting up on his feets to be in front of you. You whimpered, his words making your head spin, not helping your ruined panties.
You swiftly took off his pants, licking your lips at the sight. The tip was as red as his swollen lips, pre-cum leaking from it. Jungkook’s hand, wrapped around his base, pumping up and down.
His was looking at you through his fringe before his other hand pushed his hair back, lips parted. “Suck.”, he breathed.
Your hand wrapped around his base, as his grabbed your hair. Your lips wrapped around his tip, humming at he salty taste of his pre-cum. A moan tumbled from Jungkook’s lips, trying not to buck his hips. Coating his tip with saliva, sucking on it, you carefully watched as Jungkook threw his head back, his chest falling and rising at an irregular pace. His throat was exposed, revealing his Adam’s apple, bobbing up and down.
“Take all of it.”, he said through gritted teeth. You obliged, replacing your hand with your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you started bobbing your head up and down. You focused on Jungkook’s moans, filling the room.
Keeping your tongue flat against your best friend’s dick, you tried to relax your jaw as the boy’s hand left your hair to caress your cheek. His moans were growing louder as he was getting closer, accidently bucking his hips a few times.
You knew that he was getting closer to his high, and all you wanted to see was his face as he came, but he stopped you when you started moving your head faster.
“Stop, I don’t want to come now.”, he said, helping you get up.
He hand went back to your jaw, his lips crashing once again on yours. Both of you were fighting for dominance, before his hand cupped your closed heat, a gasp leaving your lips.
“Fuck, babygirl, you’re so wet.”, he groaned, tugging at you earlobe. You sighed, arms wrapping around his neck.
“Did I make you that wet ?”, he asked, digits tracing your closed folds.
You nodded, eyes closed, unable to talk.
“Words.”, he said, stopping his movements for a brief moments.
“Yes.”, you whimpered, legs trembling.
Jungkook chuckled, an arm supporting you. His lips ghosted over yours, and with a low voice, he asked. “You’re going to let me have my way, aren’t you ?”
You nodded, eyes as dark as his, before he continued, “Get on your hands and knees for me kitten.” And your breath got caught in your throat, skin burning, heat aching, you got on Jungkook’s bed. He didn’t move, watching in awe as you waited for him.
“Jungkook.”, you whined, getting his attention. He got behind you, hands grabbing your hips. “Yes babygirl ?”, he asked, playing with the hem of your panties.
“Do something.”, you begged, and you could hear the boy’s smirk as he spoke, “So impatient.”
His hands caressed your skin, before continuing, “You’ve been such a good girl for me, I guess I want make you beg for this time.”
Finally, he took your panties off, placing himself behind you, you could feel his dick rubbing between your folds.
“So, so wet.”, he whimpered to himself, looking down. You lost the feeling of his skin, hearing him open his drawer to get a condom.
Soon enough, his digits dugged back into the skin of your hips, sucking a breath he asked, “What do you want, say it and I’ll give it to you.”
“Fuck me.”, you said, bluntly, and that’s all he needed, pushing himself into you. You moaned at the feeling, craving to get your release. On the other hand, Jungkook kept his eyes closed, mind fogged with the feeling of your walls around him.
He started slowly, trying to contain himself, he hips rolling against yours. You needed more, backing against his hips, Jungkook groaned, his fingers probably leaving bruises on the soft skin of your hips.
He chuckled, breathlessly, “So earger.”
You only moaned, your hands giving up when the boy started slamming in and out. Moans filling the room, you had to grip something, taking a fist full of the sheets. You were moaning into the matress, trying to muffle them, but Jungkook wasn’t having it.
One of hand traveled up your back, fingertips tracing your arched spine, before grabbing your hair. Pulling you into him, his arm arm wrapped around your stomach, his head droppping in the crook of your neck.
“I want everyone to hear who’s making you feel so good.”, he groaned, his finger drawing fingers on your clint. Eyes closed, the feeling was overwhelming, taking over all your senses. Mouth agape, you couldn’t care less, letting the moans tumbling from your lips.
Jungkook was a mess, moaning and groaning near your ear, he was getting closer, his breath short and uneven.
“Are you gonna cum for me ?” he asked, and you moaned, fingers intertwining with his hair. “So close.”, you breathed.
His thrusts grew harder, hitting a particular spot, and soon enough, your body gave up, a loud moan escaping your lips. Closing your eyes, your fingers probably leaving scratch marks in the back of Jungkook’s neck, you came around him.
“I’m gonna cum, so hard.”, he whined.
You knew he was holding himself, and he came in the condom right after, a loud moan filling the room as he fucked you through your orgasm, his breath heavy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”, he cried out, his forehead on your shoulder. You collapsed on the bed, Jungkook following beside you, a layer of sweat clear on each other’s skin.
“Well, happy birthday.”, you said, making Jungkook chuckle, playfully hiting your arm before hugging you from behind.
Summary: Newt sets his rules straight and claims what’s rightfully his.
A/N: Short, filler imagine. Life’s been throwing a lot at me, hope y’all understand.
“So you’re telling me that she’s the only girl here in the middle of sixty or so boys?” Thomas was baffled. He frowned. “Isn’t that kind of hard for her? Y’know…”
“I guess,” Newt shrugged. “I hope not.”
Thomas gave him a confused look, to which Newt sighed.
“I make it quite clear to the others that if they do anything of the slightest that makes her feel comfortable, I’ll have their heads,” Newt spoke of it like it was the most normal thing ever.
“She seems to be really important to you.” Thomas muttered, eyeing his moonshine.
“She’s my life,” Newt said almost immediately. ”I’d fight off whatever buggin’ touches her if that’s what it bloody takes to keep her alive.”
As if on cue, you take a seat beside Newt, waving shyly at Thomas.
“Hi, Thomas,” you smile at him, wrapping your arms around Newt.
“Hi, Y/N.” he smiled.
“How’s the Glade so far? Has Gally gotten to you yet?” you teased.
“Nah.” he looked down, uncertain of what he should say. “I sure hope he doesn’t.”
You laughed. “Gally may be intimidating, but he’s a teddy bear inside.”
Newt spoke up. “That’s only when he’s around you, love.” and you were reminded of the subtle but constant conflict between Gally and your boyfriend.
“He’ll come around.” you replied, leaning on Newt’s shoulder.
“You tired?” Newt looked at you.
“I know you are,” you smiled, reaching out to stroke his cheek. “You should stop fussing over the Glade too much.”
“I’ll stop when the shanks get their klunk together.” Newt huffed, turning to Thomas. “I’ll take this one to bed before things get crazy.”
You pouted. “Oh, please. Minho hasn’t even started yet!”
“You are not going to watch Minho get drunk, Y/N.” Newt stood up and pulled you up with him.
“I’ll say good night to Minnie, at least.” you pleaded, to which Newt nodded and sat back beside Thomas.
“Minho’s the closest thing Y/N has to a brother,” Newt explained. “He’s good for her. He likes to have fun with her but he also knows when it isn’t bloody safe anymore. He takes care of her when I’m not around.”
Thomas nodded. “I can tell why you all like her so much.”
Newt chuckled. “Well, off I go. If I don’t go to her now, she’ll never leave his side.”
Newt turned his back to Thomas and was about to limp away when Thomas spoke up.
“Take care of her, okay? Don’t break her heart.”
Newt smiled sadly at him “If anything, she could break my heart by simply smiling.”