It was a pretty day in the Glade. The sun was shining, the Grievers didn't kill you, and most importantly. Newt was ready for anything.
Whenever you first left the Hut to start your day in the Garden, you saw Newt stalling for some reason.
"Hey, Newt, why're ya not leaving yet?" You asked the simple minded boy.
"Well, Y/N, I need to get some things organized in the hut," he paused.
"I.. uhm.. I need to rearrange some of the furniture to make sure that I have the space ready for an idea later."
You glanced at him in utter confusion.
"O..k?" You said to the blond boy.
As you walked away, you seemed to question what he really could be doing. Could he be preparing for something he shouldn't? Is someone coming over to the hut? Am I going to be the main person in this? The thoughts dashed through your mind seemingly forever until the blond boy walked back up to you.
"Hey, I might need your help, Y/N," Newt said as he stared at you. He placed his hand on your shoulder waiting for your response.
"I.. um. sure?" You said without even thinking what the rest of the Glader's would do when they saw you and Newt leave your jobs so early.
Newt took you to the very small hut and started to rearrange the furniture inside of it.
"Hey, can you help me with moving the bed to the corner?" Newt asked you, looking at you as if trying to rush your response.
"Sure," you said, not wanting to bring attention to the fact that you really didn't want to be here.
When Newt saw that you were struggling, he took the bed and calmly nodded his head at you.
-Time skip-
After working for hours on end and moving the furniture to seamless perfection you finally were able to get Newt away from working and into a place that you were more 'familiarized' with. That place just so happened to be the showers. The place where all love, burdens, and massacres magically happen in.
Once you got Newt into the bathroom, you slowly took off your shirt to see if he would notice anything.
"Woahh.." Newt said with awe in his eyes.
Whenever he saw you with your bra on, you rushed to get him to take off his shirt. Once it was off, you slid your pants off and stuck them on a hanger so you can remember to wash them later.
"Newttt, it's your turn," you said seductively to the already aroused boy. Without hesitation he took off his pants and throw them across the room. You stared widely at his already growing dick. He tried to get your eyes off it by turning around but then you grabbed his boxers and started to pull them down. He stopped you and said, "Y/N, I can do this." Once he had slid them to the ground, he stared at your bra.
"Take it off, love," the comment stopped you for a minute, you didn't know what to respond with.
"If you want me to do it so very badly, why don't you do it yourself?" The comment shook the young boy, causing him to attractively reach behind you and start to take off your bra. Whenever the cloth fell off, his looked deeply at your breasts. The sight of it made him blush a deep red. Slowly, he started to inch his way down to your panties.
"Not so fast mister," you said, pulling him away from your waist.
"Mmmmm, why not?" He asked you. He stared at you in a 'I got you so' type of way.
"Because, Newtie, I think you should wait for a few," whenever you said that, his eyes pierced your sensitive area and he started putting his fingers down you. Once he started feeling around you, you let him start to pull down your undergarments.
