✨Newtmas Oneshots✨

Oh god.

Ok so this is gonna be what it's gonna be. I'm making this up as I go along. Wish me luck.

CW

Making out (I think this classifies)

Thomas is my best friend. And there is nothing more to it than that. Unfortunately. 

He is so effortlessly hot. His gorgeous hazel eye I could stare at for hours, getting lost in the brown swirls. His dusty light brown hair falls perfectly without him trying, so fluffy and soft, I dream of tangling my fingers in his hair. His nose, a cute button. His face is dotted with moles, each one I long to kiss. And his lips- god his lips. The beautiful pink colour so perfect and pink. Always slightly chapped, causing his tongue to lick them often. God this boy does things to me.

He is the star of the track team, he runs like the wind. His body is toned, muscular. And like now, after practice, which I watch as a 'supportive friend', his checks are red, and sweaty. His breathing is slightly uneven. 

He is so fucking adorable I can't .

I'm to gay for this.

Around 5 minutes later, we walk into his house.

"Teresa is out with Brenda at the mall, her 'friend' and her a watching that new maze runner movie."

Teresa is his twin sister, both of them very attractive people, but unfortunately women aren't my cup of tea. And as tommy suspects she's not so keen of men.

"My parents are out too, so we have the house to ourselves."

My pulse races at this. Jesus Christ, newt! Get your mind out of the gutter!

"Sweet. Your room?" He nods, a wry grin in his face.

"Race ya" he whispers into my ear, sprinting up the stairs towards his room.

I race after him, heart fluttering wildly. God I might be in love with him.

I arrive shortly after my tommy- whoa, my tommy. What the fuck newt.

He is panting, short of breath, as am I. He grabs the back of his hoodie, yanking it over his head.

-and his t shirt catches on the fabric of his hoodie. It's if my gay as brain slaws down time. His hoodie covers his head and this t shirt keeps rising. His abs, his beautiful toned stomach. My mouth goes dry and almost waters at the same time. And then his nipples and 

Holy shit

My brain completely short circuits in dirty thoughts

Holy shit holy shiiiit.

Time catches up and his hoodie is off and his shirt falls back down.

I look away, my face burning. Jesus the things boy does to me.

He lets out a short breath, glancing at me. "You alright there, Newt? You look a bit -um- flustered." He says this quietly, a slight blush filling his checks. 

"Um- sorry um that- well" I'm a stuttering mess.

He scratches the back of his neck. " nah it's fine, you're cute when you're flustered."

I can hear my heartbeat. I think he might be able to as well. The butterflies in my stomach have evolved into a rave of nerves. My face is bright red I can feel it. God this boy- I long for him- Jesus, I need  him.

"Shut up" I manage to stutter out.

His face twisting into an implied grin. He leaned forward - is he going to kiss me? His head instead move towards my ear. His lips graze my ear as his whispers seductively, 

"Make me."

Holy fucking shitty fuck!

Heat pooled in my stomach, The thoughts running through my mind, his words going straight to my di-

I grabbed his shirt and yanked him into a fiery kiss.

His lips, the chapped appearance was incorrect; his lips were soft and addicting. Kissing him felt like nothing on this earth. If I died in this moment, I couldn't be happier.

We broke apart for breath, resting our foreheads together.

"That was-"

"Amazing" he breathed, cutting me off.

"Yeah" I laughed, high on the sweet taste of my tommy.

One of his hands is tangled in my hair, the other fiddling with the hem of my shirt, my hands on his hips,"that was better than I imagined." He whispered.

"You imagined me kissing you?"

"Many times."

I kissed him again, more passionately, harder. His hands grip into my hair, Pulling at it, tugging at it. I licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He obliged, moaning slightly on my lips. My hands moved to his shirt, slipping underneath and stroking his beautiful gorgeous body.

"Newt! Newt oh my god newt." He moaned breathlessly. 

I broke apart from the kiss, and looked into his beautiful eyes. "Is this ok"

He nodded, eyes closed, breathless.

He grabbed my shirt and yanked me down onto his bed. He yanked his shirt over his head and discarded it on the floor. My shirt quickly followed.

"THOMAS THOMAS THOMAS YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED WITH BRENDA TODAY THOMAS-"

Teresa burst through Tommy's door, frantic and excited.

"THOMAS OH MY GOD FINALLY"

"Teresa get OUT!" He hissed, embarrassed.

"Alright ALRIGHT calm your tits Thomas! Can't blame your sister for being excited that the boy her brother has been obsessed with for MONTHS, IS SHIRTLESS on top of you."

She sighed dramatically and left.

Tommy rolled his eyes.

"Sorry about her. She is such a pain"

"It's fine, really tommy- anyway, be my boyfriend?"

"God YES"

He yanked me down to kiss me one last time.