TMR Glader Imagines

Newt smut | Commands

"Wha- you know I can't control that!" he whines. You just shrug.

"Either you take the deal, or we stop. Then you'll have to watch me masturbate with your hands tied." he looks at you, mouth falling playfully agape in 'shock', then shakes your hand.

"Good that." he says. You smirk and lean down, lining his jawline with small, airy kisses. You follow it up to his ear, and nibble the soft earlobe gently. He sighs, shutting his eyes. You then start kissing your way down his neck until you reach his collarbone. You kiss and lick around, finding a spot that seems particularly sensitive. His breath hitches as you suck the spot, but he is still under control. He's doing better than you expected he would. You grab the corner of his shirt and pull it off him. Then you climb off him and sit yourself next to him instead as you start using your fingertips, brushing them teasingly along his naked skin. He is pressing his lips together, eyes squeezed shut in a focused expression. To no avail. As your feathery touch reaches his v-lines, an undeniable bulge begins appearing on his crotch.

"Oh, Newt," you chatter at him dangerously. "you're in trouble now." He looks up at you in anticipation. His body jerks in surprise when you grab his bulge. He sucks in a sharp breath and squeezes back shut. His eyebrows are knit together and his lower lip caught in-between his teeth. You gently rub his crotch while he whimpers. Then you lean back down to his ear, softly biting at his earlobe again. "I'm going to have to punish you." you whisper, breathing heavily down his neck, causing goosebumps to erupt on the skin where your breath reaches. He whimpers again. You pull him into another short kiss and then brush your lips against the skin on his neck, leaving wet open mouthed kisses all over his upper body. When you pull back, he stares hungrily at you, panting with sexual excitement. You stand up from the bed and grab a small length of thin rope. Sitting back down, you tie his wrists together behind his back.

"You can't cum before I tell you to, alright?" You smirk, looking him solemnly in the eye. He nods, the thought of cumming exciting him. Then you return to his bulge, palming him roughly through the two pieces of fabric. He starts jerking his hips into your hand, begging for friction and less teasing. You chuckle, his desperation amusing you.

"Not a chance. I'm going to continue teasing you. This is your punishment." You say strictly.

"If you continue like that, I'm going to cum in my bloody trousers..." he laughs breathily. You look at him with a playful grin and pull off his jeans, leaving him in his boxers. Slipping a hand behind the waistband, you gently start pumping him, pulling him into a harsh snog. He moans uncontrollably, fighting his urge to thrust his hips. You run a fingertip along his leaking slit, spreading the warm pre-cum around his head. Cracking whines pour from his lips as you tighten your grip and pump him harder. His body language tells you he isn't far off. He unintentionally breaks the kiss when his head rolls back. But you want to tease him a little more. You keep going, now taking your other hand to gently caress his inner thighs. Without realising it, he's spread his legs so widely that you access his thighs easily. He moans.

"Y/N I... I c-can't hold it back much longer..." he pants. You chuckle sinisterly.

"Not just yet, my Love" You lean in and kiss him again. He kisses back, but seems hesitant. You finally manage to make him give in and kiss back whole-heartedly. His hips are grinding into your touch as he fights for more, unable to stop, and he struggles against the restraints on his wrists. 

"Please, c-can I... please... please let me cum baby, I - I can't -" He stutters, his head once again rolling back in pleasure. You lean down and begin kissing his chest, lewdly licking the skin as you lift your lips from every kiss. He moans and arches his back, undoubtedly on the verge of his breaking point. That's enough punishment for one day, you decide.

"That's it Newtie. You can let go. Cum for me." You whisper into his ear. He lets out a long, continuous moan, gritting his teeth harshly. You feel him twitch. A big wet spot starts forming on his boxers. His back is arched violently, his eyes wide open but rolled back. Finally he finishes and melts into the sheets, panting. His eyes fall closed and his chest is rising and falling rapidly.

"I'm impressed with you," You whisper, gently untying his wrists and pecking him on the cheek. "you actually did a lot better than I had expected." he just chuckles, not bothering to manage a cocky response. His body looks limb, exhausted from a long day in the Maze, and from what you put it through, so before laying yourself down beside him, you pull off his soiled boxers and replace them with a clean pair. Still with his eyes closed he wraps his arms around you.

"I don't think.. I've ever.. cum that had before.." He breathes out, pants forcing breaks between his words. "Maybe there is... something to... all that bloody control business..." You laugh at him, happy that he enjoyed the afternoon as much as you did. You're both silent for a while, just enjoying each other's company. Newt finally seems to be calming down. His breathing slows, and grip around your waist loosens as his body goes numb. You smile and softly peck his parted lips.

"I love you, Newt. Sweet dreams." You whisper, knowing he can't hear you.