TMR Glader Imagines

Newt smut | Hide and seek

⚠︎Trigger Warnings⚠︎

Sometimes you just ned a day off. All of you. So every now and then you slack off, relax and ditch any and all sorts of productivity - just for a day. It's something new Alby decided to try recently, to raise everyone's spirits a bit. You can only go so many months without a single day off. You're lying in the grass, cloud gazing and chatting with your friends, Minho, Thomas, Gally, Ben, Chuck and - wait, someone's missing. Before you finish your thought, two soft hands grip your stomach and start tickling you.

"Ahh Newt! Stooop!" You whine, twisting your body in the tall grass. The others shoot up in surprise, hearing your scream pierce through the air, but soon start laughing hysterically when they see your body writhing, completely out of control as Newt torments you.

"NEEEEEEEEWWWTTTTTTT!" He chuckles tauntingly at your screams. Finally, you manage to wiggle out of his grip and escape, fleeing the scene as fast as you can. You sprint off to the deadheads and climb into a tree. From here you can see the boys, but they can't see you. Newt's now tickling Chuck who also runs away, screaming, when he finally escapes. Thomas laughs and sets off after Chuck. Soon, everyone's chasing each other, trying to catch anyone within reach. Everyone except Newt; he's searching. Without a doubt for you, you realise - and he's getting closer. You silently slip out of the tree and run to find a new hiding spot. You decide to hide the last place he'll look: in his own room.

TIME SKIP
A high-pitched creak wakes you up. Shuck, I must have fallen asleep... you're sitting on the floor in Newt's room. The door is wide open. Newt is leaning against the door frame, looking at you with a smirk.

"There you are Y/N! I've been looking for you all over." He says. Something is off about him. His accent is heavier than usual, and his voice just a tad deeper. The smirk on his face seems different, but you can't quite put your finger on it. He moves toward you, slowly.

"Newt, are you okay?" You ask, a bit concerned for your boyfriend. He just nods, continuing his slow approach.

"No, Newt, seriously, something is definitely off about you." You say, as the distance between you shortens. It frustrates you that you can't pinpoint it. What kind of game is he playing?

"Nothing's wrong, love." He murmurs, his tone taunting but looming.

"Newt! Stop it and tell me what's going on! You're scaring me!" You whine, scared that he'll tickle you again. He's just about a metre away now. He leans down and sits on the floor, so his eyes are level with yours, and looks at you. Then he crawls closer. Mere centimetres separate you when he leans in and whispers in your ear.

"Wanna know what's wrong with me, Y/N? Wanna know what this is?" He asks slyly. You nod. "It's this feeling... It's controlling me, smothering me." he pauses, for dramatic effect, likely. "Lust, Y/N. Desire. I need you." He growls. Your mind clicks as you understand - it isn't the first time, but to see this always so considerate and lighthearted boy turn into such an animal when his need takes over always takes you aback. The way his voice drops, that growl... even this animalistic version of him is irresistible. He pulls away, eyes fixed on your lips.

"Please," He pleads. Not completely possessed, it seems. Newt's still in there, somewhere. It makes you feel safe - even down to his last bit of sanity, your needs always come before his. You chuckle, anticipating what will follow your answer. You lean closer, teasingly.

"Give it to me then." you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes. He doesn't waste a moment, picking you up as if you were weightless and throwing you on the bed, leaning down over you. He slams his lips against yours, greedily. This kiss feels different from his usual ones. Normally, his kisses are sweet and soft, gentle in a way that seems to slow down time. Not this one - this one is rough and hungry. You whimper, enthralled by his greed. He smirks into the kiss, proud of the effect he has on you, and starts running his hands all over your body, exploring every crevice and contour. You do the same, earning low grunts from him. Your hand reaches his crotch and you start palming his erection through his clothes. He lets out a groan before pushing you further into the mattress, regaining the upper hand. His lips move from your lips to your jawline, then to your neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses that seem to burn into your skin. You moan quietly, and he growls in return, apparently liking the reaction he earned. Still kissing and nibbling at the soft skin on your neck, he reaches behind your shirt and unclasps your bra with a single hand. You're surprised at his unusual finesse, but you don't get much time to think it over before he drags off both your shirt and bra. His nibbling turns into sloppy, airy kisses and his lips brush down to your breast. His tongue swirls around your nipple for a while, making you arch your back and whimper. Then he straightens up and in a matter of seconds his clothing is discarded in some meaningless direction. He drags down your trousers and panties as well before climbing back on top of you. A slender finger finds its way in-between your legs, and you gasp. He teases you, savouring the feeling of your warm, thick wetness on his finger as he rubs your clit. Then he inserts it, skilfully curling it and rubbing against your g-spot. You're a mess of curses and pleas, whining and whimpering at his every whim. He doesn't wait long before he adds another finger, only pausing to suck his thumb before he uses it to rub your clit while the other fingers dig deep into your core. Watching you deliriously lose yourself to him, he lets out small noises of pleasure at your reactions.
Finally, he thrusts into you. He doesn't let you adjust to his size, powerless to wait even a moment longer. You gasp in painful pleasure and your nails claw at his biceps. You worry, only for a moment, that you might have broken through his skin, but it matters little to either of you. His heavy breathing is laced with desperate moans, overtaken by gluttony and an ever-growing need for more. The bed creaks dangerously as he pounds harder into you, reaching depths new to you both. He spits into his hand and starts rubbing your clit with several fingers in practiced circles. You arch your back more than you thought possible, the action lifting you up into Newt's arms. He wraps an arm around you and buries his face in your neck as his jerks begin to grow softer. Increasing the pressure with his fingers on your bundle of nerves, he urgently compels you to climax around him. Your voice breaks when you moan out loud, feeling the knot inside you snap loose, followed by uncontrollable sparks travelling all throughout your body. Your walls contract powerfully around him, milking him. A desperate high-pitched noise escapes him as he comes undone. He pours into you, giving up any remaining dignity as he gives his last, weak thrusts with a deep, satisfied growl. Then his body gives in. He crashes onto the mattress next to you, muttering something inaudible while wrapping you in his arms before he goes out cold. You laugh to yourself. That's one way to spend a day off.