Newt Imagines : Maze runner

Capture the flag

A/n: Hey everyone, I'm super excited about writing in my other books again because I've been so focused on my enemies' to lovers story that I've kind of neglected my other ones.  Is there an opposite to writers block? Because I think I have it. Let me know if you have any requests, and I hope you enjoy reading.

I squatted close to the ground, behind a Bush with Thomas. Minho was lurking around the deadheads, prowling like a lion. I told him we should've hid in the council hall, but he insisted the deadheads would be a better place to hide. Now we were trapped.

Thomas turned to me and did some weird signals with his hands that looked like some really bad charades. I furrowed my brows in confusion at him, and he pointed to the left.

Before I could say anything, he commando crawled across the ground, trying to make his escape. I pressed my face into my knees. What was he doing? He's gonna get caught!

Just then, Minho spun around to make direct eye contact with Thomas on the ground. "Oh, klunk."

Without thinking, I burst out of the bushes and ran towards Minho. "Go, Thomas!"

I watched Thomas get up and sprint away as Minho locked my arms around my back.

"Your team will thank you for your sacrifice, soldier." He chanted.

"Minho, you don't have to act like you're in the shucking military."

"It's more fun, tho." He steered me away across the glade towards the slammer, where Newt was standing guard.

"Captured again, love?" He smirked.

"It wasn't my fault this time!"

"Sure, it wasn't."

"Seriously, I was saving Thomas's shuck arse."

"Well, looks like you're our prisoner now, love." He opened the slammer, and Minho made sure I went inside. I sat down on the floor, folding my arms like a little kid, and Newt closed the door, locking me in. When Minho marched off again, I started thinking of ways to escape. Newt had a bit of a sweet spot for me, so maybe I could negotiate my way out.

I looked out into the glade and saw Thomas's head peaking from behind the box. He pressed his finger to his lips and disappeared behind it. I shook my head at him, he's going to get himself caught again the shank. Not unless I get out of here first.

"Newt." I pressed up against the door .

"Yes, love?" He crouched down to my level.

"How come you're always on prison guard?"

"I'm not, always on guard."

"I mean you are, every time we play capture the flag, you're on prison guard."

"You only know that because every time we play, you get caught." He chuckled.

"Doesn't it get boring, though?"

"We alternate every fifteen to twenty minutes, so no, it doesn't, and I always get to talk to you because you always get caught love."

"If you let me out, maybe they'll let you off guard?"

"Nice try, love, but I'm not letting you  out."

He stood back up, and I leaned against the cold slammer wall in frustration. What could I do to get out? Thomas was sneaking closer to the slammer, I had to think fast before he got himself caught. Then, an idea popped into my head.

"Newt, if you let me out, I'll suck you off?"

"You-what?" He spun around.

"You heard me."

He thought for a moment, "No, Mimho would murder me, not worth it."

Thomas was creeping up behind Newt. If he turned around, it would be over, I had to do something, so i blurted out, "I'll let you have sex with me."

"WHAT?" His mouth hung open."You're not serious?"

"I mean it, if you let me out, I'll have sex with you."

He debated this time for longer. Then, he unlocked the slammer door, opening it. I stepped out, just as Thomas jumped on him from behind and pushed him into the slammed. I quickly grabbed the key and locked the door shut. "Sorry Newt, I'll make it up to you later!" Me and Thomas ran off towards the deadheads again.

After the game was over, we won, of course. I spun around with the bright green flag, singing "We won" with Thomas. I gave the flag to him and walked back to the homestead to my hut. When I arrived, Newt was leaning against my door.

"I thought we had a deal, love?"

"I said I'd have sex with you, I never said when." I shrugged.

He smirked, biting the inside of his cheek. "Sneaky girl."

"I'm free now if you still want to."

"Huh?"

"I said, I can do it now if you want to."

He stood a little bit shocked, as if he didn't expect me to actually want to. "Really?"

"Preferably, inside, on the bed." I motioned to the door, and he moved off, letting me in.

"Are you sure about this?"

I slipped my shirt off, and he stared at my chest for a while. So I leaned up and kissed him, "So long as you are."

He pulled me back into a kiss again, pushing me gently towards the bed. Pulling back for a moment to pull off his shirt. Then he leaned me down onto my back, kissing every inch of skin he could find. I unzipped his jeans, finding his hard and slowly stroking with delicate movements, feeling him harden even more. He groaned into my skin, then grabbed my wrist, pulling it away.

"Not so fast, love."

He pulled my trousers off my legs, kissing the inside of my thigh. God, he knew how to tease. He kissed all the way up to my lips, and pressed small circles on my clit.

"Please Newt."

He smirked, holding his other hand on the side of my neck. Then, I felt him move inside of me. I sucked my stomach in, trying not to gasp too loud. He waited for a moment to let me adjust, then he moved in rhythmic, repetitive thrusts.

My lips found his again, but this time our kisses were loose and consisting of gasping and moaning." Oh Newt."

"I love hearing you say my name." He panted.

He kept increasing his speed every so often, holding my hip with one hand and neck with the other. My back arched off the bed, closing the gap between us, and I yelled his name as I came undone. He kept going for just a little longer, and groaned a bunch of curses before slowing to a stop and pulling out, collapsing on the bed next to me. "I'm going on guard every time we play that game."