𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

We Can't | Newt(TMR)

Just a smut I found on Tumblr of Newt from Maze Runner (I also fucking laughed so hard when reading this) Newt x FEM!reader

@invadetheglade <-Wrote this on Tumblr

Warnings: kind of rough smut.

You fidgeted meticulously with the neck line of your tank top, trying to make it so the perfect amount of cleavage showed. Once you were satisfied with look of your breasts you inspected the rest of your appearance. Short shorts, slutty top, and no bra. Perfect, you thought.

You may be wondering why you were dressed so promiscuously, well there was a simple answer to that question. You were horny as fuck and you needed to get into Newt's pants as soon as possible.

But first, a little background on you and Newt's relationship. You and Newt had been secretly dating for just under a year. The reason your relationship was a secret was all thanks to your older brother Thomas. Yes you were Thomas' little sister. The princess of the Glade. And because of this Thomas feels responsible for you and acts like he had the authority to control every aspect of your life. He was so protective of you in fact, that he would constantly threaten the other gladers that if they so much as laid a finger on you, he would rip their arms off. It was basically his way of saying that dating was strictly forbidden.

So If Thomas ever found out about you and Newt (or worse the things you and Newt had done behind closed doors), well let's just say Newt's arm wouldn't be the only appendage Thomas would be breaking in half.

You and Newt had barely talked to each other all week. You hadn't had sex in about a month. You blamed all of that on Thomas. It was really hard to keep a relationship secret from your brother when your brother was constantly on top of you. But not today. Today Thomas was running the maze, meaning you had a good couple of hours with Newt before Thomas came back, and god damn it you were gonna make the most of that time.

A knock at the door distracted you from your scheming. "Love are you almost ready to go down to breakfast?" Your favorite British voice called to you from the hallway.

"Newt!" You squealed excitedly, rushing over to the door to open it to reveal Newt leaning against the door frame looking handsome as ever.

"Hey babe." You greeted as you brought him in for a tight hug, hoping that Newt would get the idea when you pressed your chest against his. It was always a little nerve-racking to call Newt babe, or boyfriend in public because there was always a chance that Thomas would over hear, or another glader would tell on you guys. You weren't really thinking clearly today. Desire does that to a person.

"Hey Princess." Newt smiled calling you by your favorite nickname, but his grin diminished when he broke the hug only to get a good look at what you were wearing. His mouth gaped open and his eyes fixated on your cleavage. You smirked, your plan was working.

"See something ya like Newtie?" You asked innocently. You took a step closer to him, your chest still sticking out. "Anything catch your eye?" You whispered into his ear.

"I uh...I can basically see your tits love." Newt gulped and took and slowly backed against a wall, allowing you to "trap" him between your arms.

"(Y/N) what do you think you're doing." He asked, eyes still on your chest. He wanted to act annoyed, but you could clearly tell he was fighting back a stupidly large grin.

Instead of responding, you stood on your toes and attacked his lips with yours. Newt's hands instinctually made their way to your waist and you threaded your hands at the base of his neck. Not even bothering to make it subtle, your tongue immediately found its way into his mouth. You wanted him to know exactly what you were trying to get at.