TMR Glader Imagines

Newt AU smut | Ask nicely

"You better fucking do as I say or so help me God, I will ram you against the wall and fuck the shit out of you so hard you won't be able to stand tomorrow. I will pump so hard into you that you'll be feeling me inside you for the next week, even if I'm not there. I'll take you to the brink and then stop, pushing you to the edge and pulling you back until you learn your bloody lesson. I'll give you one. More. Chance. Quit teasing. Now." in that moment, his voice sounds like a deep, angry growl. There is something so grotesquely arousing about it.

"No." You reply, softly, looking at him with a daring, innocent expression. Shock overtakes his features as he stares at you, momentarily stunned. But that doesn't last long. In one swift movement, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, stomping towards the stairs. He climbs the steps, and you try wriggling out of his grasp, pushing on his shoulders and kicking your legs, demanding between giggles that he puts you down this instant.

"You don't have the right to demand anything, Sweetheart. You know how this works, and you decided to push the boundaries. You don't break my rules, and when you try, you know very well it never ends nicely." He chuckles deeply. When he gets to the top of the stairs, he picks up his pace until he gets to the end of the hall, kicking the door to your bedroom open, and immediately swinging you off of him, slamming you so hard into the wall that black dots dance across your vision for a moment. He grips your wrists tightly, pressing them onto the wall on either side of your head.

"I gave you a second chance. Now, you'll regret not taking it." He growls, a sinister smile spreading across his intoxicatingly beautiful features. With one hand pinning both of your wrists, he pulls his t-shirt off with the other, chucking it to the ground. He undoes the tie on his sweatpants and they drop to the floor. His fingers run down your arms before he lifts you up. He pushes you back against the wall, his fingers fumbling with the button on your jeans for a short moment. He then slides them down, instructing you to step out of them. You do as told. He turns you around, looking down at your underwear. He murmurs something you can't quite make out, his hand moving down to knead your inner thighs, making you pool your panties. He turns you back around, pressing your back against the wall again. He then grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling it off you. Staring down at your bra, right at the cleavage spilling out, he licks his lips, cupping you through the bra and pressing his lips against the skin and sucking. His hands slide back and quickly unclasp your bra. It falls off, leaving you completely exposed. You cover yourself up, but he roughly pushes your arms above your head, staring straight into your eyes.

"Don't. You. Dare." He rasps, and you immediately stop the action. He lowers his head down, his warm breath washing over your breasts, creating goosebumps along the soft, sensitive skin. He takes one of them in his mouth, and the other in the hand that he is not using to pin you up, kneading you. His tongue flicks against your nipple, causing small electric shots of pleasure to burst through your body. He sucks on your breast harshly as you let out small whimpers, and when he releases it, there is a darkening bruise left around your nipple. He smirks at his trophy, moving to repeat onto the next one. You tremble, feeling a need growing in the pit of your stomach. He slowly kisses down the valley of your breasts and down to your abdomen, dragging his lips against which leaves a trail of burning moisture behind. He travels back up, sponging kisses up your shoulders at a painstakingly slow pace, making you suffer on purpose. He finally gets to your lips, where he kisses the corner of your mouth. He suddenly dips his hand into your panties, his fingers roughly rubbing up against you. Your breath hitches and you choke on a silent scream. He presses down harder, moving his entire hand around you, back and forth, tempting you. Pleasure ignites inside your body. His skilled fingers rub against your sensitive nub, making your legs tremble.

"Are you sure you won't quit teasing?" He asks, biting down on your earlobe as his pace quickens. "Because, being the compassionate person I am, I might just consider forgiving you, if you-" He smiles tauntingly "ask nicely."  You shake your head, refusing to give in. He shrugs, fake sympathy coating his next words. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He crouches down onto his knees in front of you, dragging your panties down and off.