Newt Imagines- Newt x the reader

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 ⛔️⚠️ *INTIMACY IN THIS CHAPTER* ⚠️⛔️ 

Y/n's pov

Everything starts coming back in a blurry haze. Those I knew before the maze, places I went, things I liked to do. But it's not the full memories, only snippets. No matter how hard I try, I can't grasp the full memory. It's so frustrating. I want my old memories back, but I can't do it no matter how hard I try. I didn't know this is what happens when you're stung by a griever. I think. I see people - Newt, Minho, Chuck - and wonder how I knew them before the maze. Then I see places - Long hallways, medical labs - and wonder if this is where I lived. But that doesn't make any sense. But then I see something that's the most alarming thing I've ever seen. I see ...... I just want to shut it out. Close the door and never look back. Almost as though my mind could hear me, everything goes black, and it all changes.

Newt's pov

Y/n is still in a coma. It's been 5 days. The Med-jacks are starting to lose hope that she'll ever wake up. They think that she's dead. But I know she's not, she wouldn't leave me like this, even if she is unconscious. I've been at her side since the night we played tag. I haven't, I won't leave her. Every time one of them suggests something other than continuous care, I lose it at them. Not by choice though. I haven't slept for 4 days straight. I might have winked off here and there, but other than that, I've had zero sleep. I also haven't had much to eat. Sure the Med Jacks bring me a meal when they come to feed Y/n, but they only feed her once a day, so that's all I've been having.

I sit here, holding Y/n's hand again. "Bloody hell Y/n" I whisper into our hands "You're scaring me, please, just please wake up" I beg. A tear slides down my face. "Please" At that moment one of the Med Jacks walks in, ready to feed Y/n today. "How's she doing?" He asks "Same as every other time" I respond. Of course, she's the same. If she'd have changed or woken up, you'd be the first person to know I think. I'm getting tired of these questions. I know that's what you're supposed to say, but still. "Ok, well, may as well feed her then." He says handing me the bowl of soup for her and the plate of food for me. I sigh, shoving food in my mouth before I feed her. Once I'm finished feeding her, he speaks again. "You know" He says solemnly, "If she doesn't come out of it soon, then we know she's dead." My head snaps up at this. "What!?!" I yell, making him jump. "We're not giving up on her, I won't! She's going to make it!" I scream, my voice sounding on the verge of hysteria. "She promised me, she said we would do it together" As I say that, a stray tear falls from my eye and onto y/n. He just stands there, staring at me. "Just. Go, please." I say quietly. Understanding, he obeys and walks away. When he's gone I resume my position of hand-holding. "Please Y/n, come back to me" I look down at her face. I break down.

Y/n's pov

I slowly feel myself slip back into consciousness. I can hear someone crying and talking next to me, but I don't know who. I keep my eyes closed to hear what this person is saying. "Y/n, its been a week. The med jacks say your chance of living now is very slim. Come on, I know you can get through this. Like I said before, I'm not giving up on you, and I never will. We need you; I need you." The person mumbles and I immediately know exactly who it is. It's Newt, my precious Newt, sitting here, waiting for me. I squeeze his hand gently and open my eyes. "Don't cry. I'm here, I'm alive. And I'm not going anywhere" I say, my voice dry and croaky from not being used. He looks at me with utter astonishment and sincerity. In an instant his lips find mine, and it's the best moment I've shared with him. The kiss starts slow but slowly builds with passion. I taste his salty tears on his lips and I suddenly realise how intense his feelings are for me. The kiss escalates as his hands slip around my waist, pulling me closer to him, but there was no closer. My grip around his neck tightens and my hand moves through his hair, earning a slight sigh from him. We pull away for air, his hands still on my waist, mine still around his neck. "God y/n you don't know how much I bloody missed you," he says as I pull him in for another kiss. He comes with more force this time, not knowing that he had this in him. Our lips move in sync and I pull him onto the bed beside me. I've craved his warmth beside me for an unbearable amount of time. I feel his hands under my shirt, trying to lessen the barrier between us. My hands slip under his and I pull it up and over his head. I run my hands over his skin as if it's my own. His hand grips on the bottom of my shirt and I hesitantly remove it. He pulls away, just staring at me. "Holy shit," he mutters. He kisses my neck, right on my soft spot, earning a moan from me. Hearing this he kisses me harder and I can't contain myself. I pull him over so he's lying on top of me. I yank the covers on top of us. He kisses my lips, pulling me to his chest. I feel his tongue on my bottom lip, asking for entrance. When I deny, his hands find the waistband of my shorts, dipping below it, making me gasp. He takes this opportunity to slip his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues fight for dominance, but he obviously wins over. My hands slip under his waistband, but he stops me. "Are you sure you really want to do this love? I don't want to hurt you or anything." "Newt, shut up. If I didn't want to do this, I wouldn't have let it get this far. I-," He cuts me off with a kiss and I know he gets what I'm saying. Soon everything we were wearing is off and pushed to the side. With no more barriers between us Newt takes charge. He keeps me where I am, kissing me passionately as he repositions on top of me. I feel his length at my entrance. He looks me in the eye as if asking if I'm sure. I nod slightly and he pushes in. "Fuck y/n ur so tense." He thrusts harder and a moan escapes me. I finally calm down and get used to the intensity. A sigh escapes my lips and I can see that he knows what I'm feeling. Then he smiles and kisses me, building a steady rhythm. I look at him straight in the eyes and he pulls away slightly, breaking the kiss. The look of concentration on his face almost makes me laugh. But the pleasure building up inside me stops it. I moan, trying to stifle it in his shoulder, too keep from the other gladers hearing. I know we have to keep it down or someone's going to come in and see us. Finally the pressure building inside me releases and I have to bite Newt's shoulder from screaming out in pleasure. The orgasm rips through my body, leaving me shaking slightly under Newt. But he's still thrusting, grunting slightly, near his edge. It doesn't take him long. He goes over his edge, grunting. He pulls out of me, our heavy breaths mixing, the smirk plastered on his face saying all.