Paradise - A Newt Imagine

Chapter Eleven

"Hey hey hey, babygirl what's the matter?" Chase gathered you into his arms, kicking the door shut and soothing your hair. You both sank to the floor as you bundled your fists into his shirt.

"I was at a party," snif  "and I found Newt and Esme," snif  "and they were- they were-" you couldn't finish, tears staining his shirt as you clutched him.

"It's okay sugar, it's okay." he whispered into your hair.

After a while, you stopped snivelling and sat up, giving Chase a watery smile. He smiled back and gently wiped the tears from your eyes with the pad of his thumb.

"You smell like liquor." he smiled softly.
You looked down at your shirt to find it stained; you must of spilled something on it while dancing.
"The bathroom is over there," he pointed to a little adjoining room, "after you've gotten out of this you can borrow some of my clothes."

You squeezed his hand by way of thanks and headed off to the bathroom. Once the door was closed you quickly shed your costume and wiped your eyes. You checked your phone.
No notifications.
You sighed and made to call out to Chase, asking him to bring you some clothes but when you remembered how smug Esme looked as she ran her hands down Newt's bare chest, you took a breath of confidence, opened the door and strode into Chase's room in only your underwear.

"Can I borrow some clothes?" you asked. His head snapped up; upon seeing you he let his eyes wander your body as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
"Sure. They're in that draw." he gestured to a dresser.

You opened the draw and were midway through riffling through his tee-shirts when you felt him press his chest into your back.

He reached around you and shut the draw with a snap, pinning you in place.

He began to leave tiny kisses all over your neck and shoulders.
"What are you doing?" you sighed, gripping his wrists.
"Making you feel better." he murmured against your skin.

"I should really get dressed." you muttered breathlessly, your eyes fluttering closed. You let out a breathy sigh, leaning your head back onto his shoulder, your neck now even more revealed. With one hand still clutching his wrist you reached one hand up and tangled it in Chase's hair, pulling slightly as he bit down on your jaw.

"You don't sound so sure babe." Chase whispered against your throat, "how could I stop when you're like this? You're practically melting in my hands sugar." he gripped your waist; pinning you between him and the dresser; quick as a flash, he leaned forward to lightly kiss your shoulder.

"Ah, shuck it." you turned in his arms, gripping his face with both your hands you pushed your mouths together.
He smiled against your lips.

He tasted better than anything you'd drunk at the party; his lips a shot of whiskey, an easy slow burn spreading through your skin. The feeling surged through your veins until it hit your brain, leaving you staggering and again slightly tipsy from one touch. He was warm, like sun shining through a bottle, the shadow of it the funny colour of alcohol. Chase was your drink of choice, like Jack Daniel's, just sweeter than a couple dashes of sunshine. He was everything intoxicating.

You fisted his shirt and he ripped it from himself, throwing it across the room with his lips still locked to yours.
It was a giddy and drunk embrace and it seemed like everything else was coming from behind a glass wall.
Like you were drowning.
Drowning in Paradise.
But Chase was real. And Chase was all that mattered.

He pulled you closer to him, dragging his fingers over your skin as he began guiding you to his bed; the back of your knees hit the wood and he pushed you onto the mattress before climbing on top of you. The material of his jeans was rough against your bare legs as he shifted himself.

"For God's sake Chase take your bloody jeans off." you moaned as he grinded against you.

"Eager, princess?" he teased breathlessly against your lips. You grounded. In response he gave you another swift kiss before getting up and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans.

Still with his eyes on you, Chase bent down and slipped out of his jeans; he swiftly walked back to the bed and, crawling on top of you, rolled his hips to yours in time with your kisses.

"Better?" he growled, his tongue slipping over your bottom lip. You made a tiny noise into his mouth.

Chase sat up so he was straddling your hips, looking down at you; your hair messed-up against the pillow and your make up smudged. The way he gazed at you brought tears to your eyes.

"I know you don't want to do this darling." he rolled off you and pulled you into his chest. You buried your head into the crook of his neck and let your tears slip down his skin.

You hurt. Everything hurt and you could see Newt kissing her and you gripped Chase harder because you loved Newt and he loved Esme and Chase loved you and for some reason you loved him too. You hurt. Damn, numbness would be easier.

You fell asleep in his bed, cuddled into his chest with his arms protectively around you. He was warm. And right now you were freezing.

Hey fam.

Chase phew boi sexy af sorry blame the hormones god chill at least they didn't do the sexy times and Chase let you cry omg he's such a sweetheart

Last chapter all I got was comments telling me to update like chill I will okay ily

Okay stay safe i love you bye <3