TMR Glader Imagines

Newt AU smut | Ask nicely

Note: make sure to read the trigger warnings for this one!

⚠︎Trigger Warnings⚠︎

"Babe? You home?" Newt calls as he walks down the stairs. "Hey, Y/N." He gives you a loving smile when he spots you, dimples indenting into his cheeks and his big brown eyes shining.

"Hi, Newt." You yawn, putting your hand over your mouth and mumbling a quiet excuse me. He makes his way over to you, frowning at your dull and tired eyes. As he gets close to you, the entrancing and mouth-watering aroma of his deodorant and body spray heighten your senses a bit. Reaching out and pulling you into his chest, he wraps his arms around you. You burrow your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his smell, and sighing in bliss.

"You smell shucking amazing..." You mumble, earning an amused chuckle from Newt's soft lips.

"Why, thank you. I just got out of the shower." He states playfully, and you look him up and down. He's in a pair of grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt and bare-footed.

"You seem very tense, Love... what's wrong?" He exclaims, rubbing comforting circles on your back, and you lean your head into his shoulder.

"I'm just so stressed about school..." You murmur, turning your head and pressing your lips against his neck, feeling his strong pulse under the delicate skin. His presence makes you feel relaxed, the weight of the day washing off your shoulders and disappearing. He is being gentle and sweet as always. Newt is never harsh, always polite and caring.

That is until it comes to sex, of course.

"Maybe you need a bit of my special de-stresser treatment?" he smiles, breaking you from thought, grinning as you look at him with a questioning glance.

"What's that?"

"Come over to the couch, I'll show you." He pulls away from you, tugging your arm towards the leather couch in the living room. You oblige. He tells you to sit facing one of the arms, and he sits behind you, pulling you closer to him, in between his legs.

"I'm just going to give you a massage, love. Just try to relax." He mumbles. (HA, got you there you dirty ass mother shuckers)

You don't object, your shoulders immediately slumping forward a bit. Newt sets his hands onto them, and starts working in circular motions with his thumbs, following the curve of your shoulders to where they connect with your neck. His fingers work around the knots, loosening them. You feel the stress starting to melt away, and you let out something between a moan and a sigh of relief, your head lulling back. Newt leans forward, connecting his lips to your neck, pressing soft, wet kisses along the skin, and then applying a sucking motion, making the tips of your fingers tingle.

"Does this feel nice, Love?" Newt rasps, his voice rumbling in his chest, and his beautiful accent rolling off of his tongue eloquently.

"Yes." You sigh, nodding in agreement.

"How about this?" He drops his hands from your shoulders, wrapping them around your waist and pulling you further into him, and he sinks his teeth down gently into your neck. Your head moves to the side, allowing him full access. He grazes the skin, and a small moan slips your lips.

"Newt," You croak out when you realise what he's trying to do, biting your lip to contain yourself. "I'm too tired for this..."

"Don't even try that one. You can't deny you want it." He chuckles. Newt suddenly flips you around, pushing you into the couch and resting his body between your legs, pulling himself up to connect your lips.