TMR Glader Imagines

Newt AU smut | Ask nicely

"Spread your legs." He says in his most commanding tone. You do as told. His eyes glint with satisfaction as he looks at your soaking core. He knows he's the one who did his to you. He stares at you, a sinister smirk adorning his innocent features. Physically, with his deep dimples, adorable smile and brown eyes he looks like an angel. He wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face - to his mouth. His lips connect with your lower ones, and you gasp at the pressure. He uses his fingers to spread you open, swiping his tongue against your clit.

"Shuck!" You yelp, your body not comprehending wether it should pull back from the exotic touch or push further forward. Wrapping his lips around your entire core, sucking, biting, rubbing, poking, and prodding, his grip tightens on your thighs, pulling you father down into his mouth.

"So sweet and wet..." He murmurs against you, sending vibrations through your entire body, causing you to tremble violently. His lips pass over your sensitive folds, massaging the bundle of nerves, his hands moving up and down your inner thighs, squeezing. You moan, not having anything to grip onto, so you tangle your hands in his hair, pushing his face in further, to the point where his nose brushes you. His pace quickens, and he starts to move his face from side to side, stimulating you so the pleasure intensifies to triple what it was before. He manages to slide a finger against you, and pushes in slowly.  You let out a loud groan, gritting your teeth together at the stinging yet blissful sensation.

"You're so ready for me. Look at you, dripping all over me. You're such a naughty, naughty girl." Newt says, pushing his finger deeper into you.

"Newt - Newtie. P-Please..." You moan, biting down on your lip.

"Please what, angel? What do you want 'Newtie' to do?" He teases, and he takes his finger out of you, shoving his tongue straight in.

"Shuck! I-I want you to make me cum, Newt! Please! All that t-teasing has begun shucking hurting, please make me cum, Newtie!" You scream desperately.

"Sure, Love, when you ask so nicely." He smirks, pulling away to quickly pull his last bit of clothing off before he looks up at you. His lips are slick and wet with your arousal, and he slides his tongue out, swiping it across his lips, tasting you. He gets up, and shoves you back against the wall, which seems to be his favourite thing to do at the moment. He wraps one of your legs around his waist, gripping the back of your thigh so tight that you can feel it'll leave bruises, his nails piercing the skin. Without warning, he shoves himself into you, slamming you into the wall, pain prickling down your spine. Your scream pierces the air as you grip his shoulder at the sudden vulgar action. "You're not leaving this room until I have you apologising to me for teasing me like that." Newt says through gritted teeth, thrusting deep and hard into you. He, himself was the needy one earlier, so he must be feeling a lot of relief finally getting what he wanted. He attacks your neck, biting down roughly on the exposed skin, dark pink and mauve bruising blossoming in his wake. You squirm, your body arching off of the wall, pushing further into Newt's. He pounds into you without second thought, his head dropping down onto your shoulder, putting so much of his energy into his thrusting that he can't even manage keep his head up. He turns abruptly, tumbling you both over and crashing into the bed, nearly crushing you underneath him. He wraps his arms under you, bringing your body closer as he forces himself into you, filling you up completely with every lustful push.  Your entire body is shaking with the effort of the forming climax, and both of you are sweating, the room filling with the scent of sex and Newt's cologne. Small sounds of pleasure are pouring from your lips, and Newt roughly presses his lips against yours inbetween his breathy moans.

"That's so - hot - Angel... Love it - when you - moan - for me." He pants. Your hands grab onto Newt's biceps, digging your nails into the soft skin. He lifts his head up to put his forehead against yours, staring straight into your eyes, his minty breath fanning over your face. You want to look away, feeling intimidated and small in Newt's strong, dominating glare.
"Who's the only one who can make you feel like this? Who's the only one who can have you going crazy?" He growls against your lips. You're teetering on what seems to be a ledge, one side being your human sanity, the gaping fall on the other being the unimaginable raw pleasure that only Newt can infuse in you. Only his body, his mind, and his voice can drive you this close to the brink of insanity.

"Newt...!" You yell out. "Newtie, I'm so close! I-I- "  One of his hands travels behind your neck, bringing your head closer to his and as his lips collide with yours, you feel as if you were fading into him, giving up any self-respect to get the climax you want. His moist, swollen lips press harshly onto yours, breathing heavily through his nose as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

"Mmm..." Newt hums. "you feel so good..."  His voice is gruff and husky, and his head drops onto your shoulder again, turning his head to bite down and suck at the spot just below your ear.  You bring your hand up to his hair, working your fingers through his silky, sweaty strands. Your breaths are coming in shallow, shaking puffs, and your entire body is trembling in Newt's slick arms, your chest pressed against the clammy skin of his.

"I can't last much longer, Y/N..." A deep, animalistic growl follows his confession, rumbling against your chest. He slides one hand under your bodies, and he begins to furiously rub your clit again, urging you to come around him. You reply with a high pitched moan as your walls clench around him. That does the trick. You feel him twitch inside you at the tightening sensation, and his eyes roll back into his head, his head rolling back as his hands tightly twist in the already messy sheets under you. He moans out a string of curses, your name laced in between, the vein in his neck becoming prominent.

"Oh God..." He drags out, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he clenches it tight. "Uhhhh..."  His long, continuous moan sends pulses of pleasure shooting down your scalp, making you shudder. Your body rolls against his, your hips thrusting upwards to meet his, working to push him farther into his orgasm. You feel him pour into you, his hot, sticky liquid tainting your walls and seeping into you. "Faster, love, faster... please..."  You hear him whimper, his voice suddenly pleading and soft, his accent heavier than usual, weighing you down. You give in to his small request as you keep swivelling your hips, words of gratitude milking into his whimper. He had finally given in to your desire, it being the first time you've heard him whimper. It seems to be the last ton that's piled onto you, your mind crumbling into the void of pleasures. You finally cum, your back arching at the ecstasy; out of control at the overwhelming indulgence of Newt's length inside you and the small wisps of your name slipping past his lips repeatedly, as if it is the only word he can process at the moment - unbearable pleasure washing over you in tidal waves of liquid fire. You're screaming, crying out his name. You feel yourself spilling out over him as you release at last, and you let out a sound between a gasp and a scream, one hand fisting the sheets as the other his loose, damp curls. His hand finds yours and he intertwines your fingers, squeezing them in encouragement. Then he crumbles over you, giving a few more deep, passionate thrusts before his arms give out, his body sprawled across you, his head on your chest and his breathing low and ragged. He lifts his head, kissing your cheek affectionately, and plops back down onto your chest.  You place your hands in his hair and massage his head softly. Newt closes his eyes and you do the same, suddenly remembering how tired you are. Just as sleep takes you over, you hear his soft voice whispering:

"I love you, Y/N. Feel better tomorrow, don't stress." And finally a dark fog swallows your mind as you fade out.