Summary: newt and the reader are almost caught in the middle of doing ‘stuff’ ;) by Minho.
You had been in the glade almost 2 years. In those two years you had grown close to newt, the blonde haired, brown eye’d British boy had caught your eye from the moment you came up in box, and you’d be lying if you didn’t say you had dreamt about him a few times.
Recently the dreams were getting a little steamy, but you’d wake up before anything happened. You were going crazy, every time you looked at the boy desire pooled inside of you and almost instantly you were soaked.
Minho knew that you found Newt really attractive but he didn’t know about the dreams -that was just something you thought he didn’t need to know.
It was a normal -hot- day in the glade, the runners had the day off so because the day before Thomas had gotten heat stroke.
You and Minho sitting at the homestead, taking a breather laying in the hammocks.
Looking out over the glade and talking.
Your eyes had been caught by one glader, the usual Newt. He had only a tight tank top that hugged his figure perfectly showing his muscles.
“You’re eye fucking him.” Minho laughed
“What? Am not.” You shifted in the hammock you and Minho had sat on.
“You have been all week.” He laughed.
“Well I cant help it okay. It’s not my fault he walks around looking like... like... that!” You said
“Well I suggest you think of something to say cause here he comes” Minho smirked, getting up from the hammock.
“Hey y/n” Newt smiled sitting down next to you.
“Hey Newt.” You said, the desire pooling again.
Newt sat down and started swing the two of in the the hammock. You tried to move in your seat to relieve some of the pressure that was building up, but it only made you slide onto Newts lap. You blushed and looked behind Newt to Minho who was trying not to crack up.
Newt wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him more. You tried not to move in his lap too much, trying to save yourself from an embarrassing moment.
“You know you’re not that good at hiding things.” He said running a hand up my thigh, my breath hitched.
“What do you mean?” I asked in a whisper, trying to sound completely normal, and not at all like I was fighting myself for control.
“I mean. You’re not good at hiding the fact you really want to fuck me right now.” Newt whispered, sending shivers down my spine.
I didn’t say anything, I just looked down at his hand that was slowly inching it’s way up my thigh.
“Meet me in the tower after dinner.” He whispered in my ear before running off.
I was left in a daze not bowing how to respond. Minho came over laughing his ass off.
Time seemed to pass agonizingly slow. But soon enough Frypan had rung the dinner bell that had everyone running. Newt sat across from me, and winked at me.
I didn’t eat much since I only had one thing on my mind I didn’t really have an appetite. As soon as I could slip away I did. Running to the tower and climbing to the top before finally sitting on the edge.
The next thing I knew I saw another figure running over.
Once Newt had reached the top I immediately, smashed my lips onto his. There was nothing soft about it, accept his lips. I put my arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist.
There were no walls around the top of the tower which made me feel a little unsafe.
“Wait.” I said quietly, but still kissing him quickly.
“What? Is everything alright?” He asked pulling away, placing his hands firmly on my waist.
“Yeah, yeah everything is great. It’s just. The lack of walls.” I said looking down.
“It’s okay. Here, we’ll just.. do this.” He said sitting down.
“Is that better?” He asked pulling me to straddle him.
“Yes. “ I’m smirked and went back to kissing him, moving my hips against his.
He kissed down my neck, sucking on my
Collarbone, definitely leaving a mark.
I played with the bottom of his shirt, slowly sliding it up then breaking the kiss to pull it over his head, he did the same with my shirt. He smirked and laid me back so he was hovering over me.
He kissed down my neck and to my stomach, stopping once he got to the hem of my pants.
At an agonizing slow pace he unbuttoned my pants and slowly slid the zipper down.
“Newt.” I whined squirming.
“What?” He asked innocently looking at me
“You know what?” I laughed
“What am I doing?” He asked again
“Just do something.” I whined
“Like this?” He asked taking my pants off.
“Or maybe this?” He asked as he started trailing kissed down the inside of my thigh.
“Or maybe even this.” He smirked and kissed my core. A small moan left my lips.
Newt moved back up to my lips,
“Is that what you want Princess?” He asked his lips brushing over mine as he spoke. I nodded biting my lip. His fingers hooked my underwear and pulled them off.
“Damn.” He breathed as he ran his fingers over my slit.
“Are you this wet for me?” He asked
“I’m gonna make you feel so good princess.” He said and plunged two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out.
Soft moans began to slip past my lips.
It wasn’t going to take long for me to reach my climax because of all the tension that had accumulated over the week, just as I was about to release he pulled his fingers out. I whimpered at the sudden lost contact, but he quickly replaced his fingers with his mouth.
“Y/n!” Someone called from below the tower.
“Y/n!” They called again. Newt put his hand over my mouth so any sound I made would be muffled.
“I know you’re up there.” Minho called from below
“Fuck.” I whispered. Newt didn’t stop, and I knew it was going to be hard to answer Minho while Newt was working his magic.
“Y-yeah, I’m here.” I said with a shaky voice.
“You left dinner early, are you okay?” He asked
“Yeah, great,” I said my voice almost breaking.
I silently wished Minho would go away already because I couldn’t keep my moans inside now. My climax building further and further, I tangled my hand in Newts hair.
“G-great.” I said, trying not to moan but failing horribly
“Are you still good from the other thing?” He asked
“Yes! I’m amazing.” I yelled.
“Okay. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I sighed in relief as I heard Minho’s steps leading off.
“You too Newt.” He yelled before running off.
“Newt im gonna-“ I said letting the moans and whimpers spill freely from my lips.
One more flick from Newts tongue had sent me over the edge, my climax washing over me.
Newt undid his pants and pulled down his boxers, slamming into me. There was no control anymore, moans and Newts name slurred out my lips, occasionally muffled by a kiss.
We both reached our climaxes together this time. Newt rolled off of my and laid beside me.
“I told you I’d make you feel good princess.” He said kissing my neck.
That name was enough to make me wet again.
A/n: sorry. I know I’m going to hell. Oops.
