smut

Thomas Brodie-Sangster / Drunk

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You groaned as you got pushed over onto the sand. Sand was soft in your hands but it did nothing to cushion your fall. You stood back up, glaring at Newt, and wiped the sand off your clothes.

"Don't glare at me, you're the one who offered to try to get me out of the circle," he said, almost spat. Honestly, you really just wanted to prove that you weren't a lanky, weak little girl, so who better to try than with the skinniest boy in the Glade? The fact that he couldn't stand you from the moment you arrived was even better, if you could get him out of the circle that is.

You took your opportunity while he was talking and ran, full force at him. And as soon as you hit him with your own body, he fell over, landing right out of the circle with the top half of his body. And according to the rules of the game, you won. You grinned at your own victory, the circle of boys around you cheering and chanting your name.

Newt stood up, grumbling, and pushed his way out of the crowd, stealing someone's jar of moonshine. The kid didn't mind. He was probably too drunk to care.

After all the excitement, Gally poured you a glass of his alcoholic concoction and congratulated you on beating a guy in the circle. You said your thanks and went to sit down on an abandoned log. A moment later, Thomas sat down next to you. He was more drunk than you'd ever seen him, giggling and red faced. He hated the stuff, and seeing him like that was a bit of a surprise.

As you started to indulge yourself, you realized you had no true conversation with the Greenie that night. It was all klunks and giggles between you two, and before you knew it, you couldn't keep your own thoughts straight.

"What're you klunkers laughing at," Newt asked you, sitting down right next to you. His words were slurred, and forgot your hate for him. Instead, thanks to your drunken stupor, you were a bit turned on by his bare arms in that buggin' orange tank top he always wore.

"I don't know!" Thomas cried and started giggling all over again. This had you bent over at your waist, your stomach hurting from all the cackling. This even made Newt, who'd been bitter about everything for the past week and a half, giggle. Thomas stood up and stumbled over to another group of drunk Gladers.

The fire behind you was dying, signaling that the night was going to end soon. You didn't want it to end, though. For once, you weren't stressed about getting out of the Maze. For once, you were actually relaxed, happy even.

"You look pretty in the firelight," Newt said after a moment. You realize he'd been staring at you while you were thinking.

"I'm a fire queen," you said, trying to sound clever. He grinned and put an arm around you. You could smell the sweat on his body and the alcohol on his mouth. It was oddly pleasing and you leaned into him.

"You can be anything you want, ya shank," he slured. He was grinning at you still, never taking his glazed-over eyes off of you. The longer your drunken mind looked at him, the more attractive he became. You couldn't remember the fight you had earlier that day. You couldn't remember that he had called you a whore, until he said what he said, "I didn't mean to call you a whore earlier."

"Shh," you said, putting a finger on his mouth

"No," he lazily swatted it away and you furrowed your eyebrows. "I was only...only jealous 'cause all the bloody guys think you're hot."

"Newt," you said, barely hearing him. But you understood all the same.

He groaned at the movement he was doing, having sat in the same position for a while. He was leaning closer to you, and you didn't realize how bad you wanted to kiss him until he was looking at your lips.

God, you wanted to kiss him. You didn't know if you always had, or if it was the liquor giving you all the dirty thoughts, but you wanted Newt. You wanted to pull that tank top off of him, to see what he looked like without those nasty clothes on. You wanted to feel him inside of you, feel his lips all over your body.

And then his lips were on yours. The fire that existed a few seconds earlier in your body grew brighter. You pulled his face closer, wanting to feel every inch of him.

If it weren't for the cheering from the Gladers behind you, you would have forgotten you were around other people. You groaned, pulling away and standing up. You dragged the confused boy to his feet and to the Homestead, ignoring the suggestive comments from Frypan and Minho.

As soon as you were in a room, probably Newt's room, your back was pressed against the wall and Newt's lips were on your's again. He kissed you fiercely, passionately. You hungered for more.

You pulled away for just a moment to lift your shirt over your head. Newt's hands snaked around you to unclasp your bra and you shook it off your body and grabbed his head, pulling him back to you.

Newt's tongue searched the inside of your mouth. You could taste the moonshine and the beef from which he'd eaten earlier. The only thing you did was moan. His hands found your breasts and he clawed at them desperately. Your own hands were on his belt in an instant, undoing it and pulling down the pants that were a little too big on him.

You forced Newt to turn around and he pressed his back to the wall, groaning as soon as you pulled his underwear down and grabbed a hold of his dick. You got on your knees and licked the very tip of it. You had no idea what you were doing, but you figured it was something because a rush of air escaped his lips. You wrapped your mouth around the shaft and sucked it in, bobbing your head until it hit the back of your throat.

Newt pulled you back up to your feet and pulled your pants down harshly. His roughness turned you on even more. Your underwear came down as well and he shoved you onto the bed behind you.

In one swift movement he was inside you and your body came to life. His thrusts were hard and fast, and you could already feel your climax coming on. He moaned your name, and you clawed his back. He was sure to be bleeding at that point, but you didn't care. You were in pure bliss.

The both of you came at the same time, screaming profanities and each other's names.

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The next morning, you woke up to soreness everywhere on your body, but you couldn't figure out why. You sat up, immediately regretting the movement, and looked around the room.

This wasn't your room...where were you?

You looked next to you. Newt. Oh no. Oh God. Looking down at your naked body confirmed your suspicions. You had been so drunk you couldn't remember anything, including the fact that you'd spent the night with the guy you couldn't stand.

Bits and pieces of your memories of the previous night were revealed, like a curtain was slowly opening and showing them.

You remembered wanting him, craving his touch. Almost every memory had come back when Newt woke up, and he stared at you, horrified.

"Did we-

"Yep."

"Bloody hell."

You looked over at him. He had his head in his hands.

"Guess we're going to have to get along now," you said, shrugging. He looked at you, confused.

"What?"

"I'm not going to go around hating someone I've shucked."

He kind of laughed and lightly punched you in the arm.

"I hate you," he said, grinning.

"I hate you more."