Newt one shots Book 3

Captured P3

Hours had passed and the night went on. Newt's eyes slowly opened, as he woke up from his sleep. He wasn't exactly sure why he had woken up, but then it immediately became clear what had pulled him out of his sleep

Y/n was tossing and turning beside him, fidgeting in her sleep. She was mumbling things quietly in her sleep, her body moving and rubbing against the tent floor slightly, she was moving, shifting, rubbing against the floor, her voice muttering almost dismissively or ... Frustratedly

He looked over to her in concern, seeing her moving and fidgeting around in her sleep. He laid there for a minute listening to her whispers to see if he could make out any words, but he couldn't. Seeing her move around, he wondered if she was having a nightmare, or...

"uhh!" She frustratedly whined as Newt noticed her hand, under the shirt

He looked down, seeing that hand of hers under the shirt he had lent her. She was obviously doing something, and it was making her frustrated by the sound of it. He silently watched her, unable to look away, as she continued on His eyes were locked on her form, watching every movement of her body as her hand fiddled underneath the shirt. It was clear she was trying to do something, and that her body was making it harder for her to do it. He bit his lip, trying to keep himself under control as she made whimpering sounds beside him.

She whimpered and whined in desperation and frustration as she tossed his shirt off over her head laying on her back unaware was awake and could now see her as she touched one hand on her chest playing with her pointed nipple, the other between her thighs rubbing her far more sensitive clit

He was surprised to see her suddenly undress herself, her body now completely exposed to him in the dim light of the tent. He didn't know what to do as he watched her, his eyes looking over her figure. He looked over her exposed body, his eyes tracing the curves of her hips and torso. His heart was racing, watching her do this right next to him, not realizing he was still awake. He couldn't look away, despite how much he knew he should

she whined and whimpered as she couldn't get the thrill she had earlier

He watches her with a mix between fascination and sympathy. She was obviously trying to feel the same feeling that she had back when the Moblin were... when they had her tied up... but she can't seem to cum no matter how much she tries and it's clear she's been at this a while as her nipples are sore and her wrist tired. He swallows once again, seeing that she hadn't been able to do it. It was clear that she wasn't getting anywhere, and he could hear her frustration build, but he didn't say anything. He knew that he was just a spectator in this moment, watching her fail to get that same pleasure she had felt before. He silently watched her struggle for a few moments more, listening to the sounds she made as her efforts continued to fail, but he eventually felt bad for her. Watching her work herself so hard for nothing was making him feel a pang of guilt, and he knew there was something he could do to make it stop Slowly, he reached out a hand and gently laid it on her shoulder. It was a gentle gesture, but enough to disrupt what she was doing

"Newt!" She gasped grabbing the shirt to conceal herself

He had to fight to keep his eyes from looking down, trying to keep his eyes on her's "Shhh... it's just me... sorry for startling you... I was... I couldn't watch you struggle anymore..."

"w-watch?"

He blushes lightly... he might as well admit it "Yeah... I woke up before and noticed you were... frustrated... I was watching you for a minute before I felt bad and figured I should do something..." He swallows before continuing "You... you really couldn't reach it, could you? You couldn't get anywhere with what you were doing... you've been trying for a while, haven't you?"