Newt Scamander Imagines

Selfness

Writed By: writingsbymac (Tumblr)

WARNING: SMUT

♡Abigailbreslin55♡

“Do you recall,” Newt began as you walked hand in hand into the kitchen where he had, not even 10 minutes before, chopped up huge slabs of meats and other various foods, and thrown them in the buckets, now empty, you both held in your other hand. “The very first time you met my Niffler?”

   “Of course!” You shrieked,“That little heathen stole my grandmothers favorite broach from my hat!” You inevitably giggle a little as a large grin spread across The mans face.

   “Well, I just so happen to know he also stole something else that day.” The man with the unmanageable red hair had a smirk plastered to his face that told you he thought he was getting away with something. You rose an eyebrow. You weren’t missing anything else, were you?

   “What may that be?” You giggle in response, rolling your eyes as you set your buckets on the counter. He turns to face you, smoothly picking up a hand and kissing your knuckles.

    “Your heart. And then he gave it to me.” You couldn’t help it, a laugh fell from your mouth, but quickly stopped when you saw the look on his face.

     “How long did it take you to work up that line, Newt?” You giggle as you bend in and kiss his freckled cheek.

     “The entire morning, in all honestly…” He looked down blushing red in embarrassment. Rolling your eyes with a silent sight your wrap your arms around his neck and lean in for a slow, sensual kiss.

     “Don’t be silly, Mr. Scamander,” you slurred seductively, “He didn’t take it, I forfeit it to you the second I saw your handsome face.” With a small smile, he ran his hand through your hair.

     “Oh please, don’t stroke my ego any more than necessary.” He coughed out blushing. You grinned at the man’s comment.

     “Say’s the most selfless man I’ve ever know.”        

    “Oh trust me, darling. It seems, I have my moments.” He mumbles clearly reminiscing about something. You laugh as you turn to close cupboards and clean buckets.

      “Well, maybe, if it’d be alright, we could adjourn to the bedroom once I’m done cleaning up you mess?” You ask, turning your head away so he doesn’t see how red your face is.

      “Well, as we’re married, isn’t a shared mess?”

      “You’re delusions are adorable, Newton.”

      “Which is exactly why I married you. Everyone else just finds them annoying.”

      “No, no. Your annoying enough on your own.” Blushing wildly, Newt smiles at the ground. “Oh, you know I find it endearing!” The room was quiet for a moment.

      “Oh, and to your previous question, yes I’d like that very much.“  He spoke again, after a quiet moment.

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    You were suddenly pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around Newt’s waist, trousers thrown in a sure to wrinkle puddle beneath you, pressing yourself completely against him. You buried your mouth into his neck and began to suck and savor the sweet, smooth skin, flicking you’re tongue as you hear him gasp. With a sudden dominance, he pulled you back and threw the two of you atop your shared bed, ruffling the duvet to nearly in-repairable fashion. Pushing your blouse up past your navel. Newt bent to place delicate kisses in a slow line down it. His eyes suddenly flicked up to meet yours, dilated and filled with desire, the both of you. His hands ready to pull your panties off, but only delicately lingering on the band, waiting for consent.

     "Would this be alright?” He asked slowly. “Do tell me to stop if you get uncomfortable for even a second and we can return to more, uh, conventional methods.” You nodded profusely, closing your eyes in pleasure.

     “Oh please, Newt, keep going!” You pant. With one last look of skepticism shaken away, he returned to his natural savage state, pulling slowly dragging them down your long legs letting his fingers caress the smooth skin. Carefully, he let his kisses drop into unexplored territory, as he spread apart your legs and directed the attention of his tentative tongue to your clitoris, flicking and circling it with a surprisingly skilled gentleness, that made you gasp at the sensation. In one swift move, he paved a steady trail down you, then swiftly back up to your clit. You tilted your head back in ecstasy, your legs beginning to shake. When suddenly, his tongue thrusted inside you, you let out a loud moan. Your scream resonated through the room and suddenly, Newt rose from between your legs startled.

     "I didn’t hurt you, did I?!“ He asked, worry plastered across his guilty face. You widened your eyes and gritted your teeth. “Newton Artemis Fido Scamander. Don’t you even dare stop!” The intensity of his full name made him fall suddenly back to where he was and continue the job he was determined to complete. He kept with his steady pattern of circling the clitoris, but direct yet indirect stimulation, than drawing a thick line down to your opening were he thrusted and back up again until he refused the pattern by adding steady pressure and massaging of his thumb against your clitoris. You arch your back and let out a shriek as the pressure releases within you.  Wiping his mouth, he crawls back up, and hovers above you, setting a sweet kiss against your neck, where a mark is sure to set, next time you look in the mirror. 

    “It isn’t exactly fair that I’m always the one to get to completion, is it?”

    “What was that I was was saying earlier about you being the most selfless man, I’ve ever met?”

    “I’d hardly consider that an example!”

    “Touche, Scamander.” Then you kissed once more, sweet taste of yourself on his lips. A man so awkward, so sure of himself in your arms, intertwined in every way possible.  Your fingers push into his hair and grip tighter as you push him onto his back.

    "I’m in control, now.” You speak in a throaty tone, eyes dilated.

    “Only fair, isn’t it?“ Your lips press together once more in a fashion that shows theirs so going back. You finish peeling the clothes off his body, shirt, suspenders, bow tie, trousers, a pile of cloth mixed in a unidentifiable pile with the sheets and blankets. Light poured through the drapes and left you in the darkness, only lit by the light of each other. Soon, your eyes were locked, as pants of ecstasy echoed through the room. Your sweaty body pressed against his, as you rode him to completion, a steady pace built as you bounced up and down, collapsing beside him when he finished.

    "That was good, wasn’t it?” He asked panting beside you.

    “Yes, love. As always, that was very good."

     "Good to know I’m yet to disappoint."

     “Yes, but one thing could improve.”

     "What’d that be?“

     "Look at the floating fruit in the corner.”

     "What?” He turned to look in the corner, “Dougal ! My god, get back in the case, you banana loving bloke!“  Sudden appall appeared on Newt’s face as he scurried, pointlessly, for the blanket to cover you  as the Demiguise came into view and stomped his way back into the case.     

      "New rule. No case in the bedroom.”