Newt imagines 2

Biter

So at the moment I'm going through all my unfinished stories and either binning them or I'm trying to complete them even if they have gone entirely wrong 😂. This one has been here for a while now so I thought I should continue....

You open the round tower window, the fresh sunset breeze blowing through your newly trimmed hair. You sigh, the smell of salty sea and countryside a pleasurable change to the stench of rotten flesh.
There's a soft knock on the door.
"It's open." You call cheerfully, that shower having put you in an entirely different mood from earlier. The door opens revealing Newt, his soft skin tanned from the journey, his hair finally cut short. He wore jeans and a clean white shirt. He smiles at you as he entered, this must be the first time he's seen you actually looking reasonable. He stands by your side leaning on the window sill. "You look stunning." He says scanning you over.
You blush and look away. "You're not too bad yourself." You grin, secretly thinking he is the one looking drop dead gorgeous. You lean out the window. "This place is amazing, isn't it?" Your so proud.
You turn back to Newt. He's still staring at you, he hasn't bothered to look out the window. He cups his hand around your cheek, his warm eyes gleaming into yours. He approached slowly tilting his head, his lips targeting your lips. They felt even nicer than before, they were sweeter, plumper more caring.

It was like a match had been struck within you and all you wanted to do was feed the flame until it was a raging bonfire. You pour your heart into the kiss, your lips moving in sync. You push your hand on his chest pushing him away a fraction, so your gasps for air mix.

"Y/n." He started. "I like you more than words can describe, your brave, funny, unique and bloody intelligent, and on top of all of that your the most stunning woman I've ever seen. I could never wish for more. I really like you."

"Newt." You whisper, your heart screamed at you to kiss him again, but your mind was the devil forcing you to feel guilty about Troy. "I can't."

He looks hurt, but not surprised."why? Is it because of Troy? Please, please don't say it is."

"Newt I...I can't leave him, I don't love him but he loves me, and then there's Em." You ache with pain as the words drive knives through your lips.

"He hits you, y/n! How can you want to stay with a man who hits you!" His voice was trembling.

You push past him and move towards the door, he grabs your wrist pulling you back. "I will kill him. If that's what it takes, I will strangle him with my bare hand for you."

You smirk for a second at the idea and then snap out of it." No! Newt don't ever, ever do that." You shake him off, still suffering from your murder. You open the door for him to leave. "We can never be anything more than friends."

He halts in the doorway. "I will wait all eternity for you."

"Newt, no." Now it is your turn to take his face in your hands. You rub your thumb along his cheekbone. "You will find a girl better than me, who actually deserves you."

"No I won't, there isn't anyone." He whines.

"Your kind, caring, gentle, funny and a full on hottie, you always see the light even in the darkest of places and that's why I like you..."

He interrupts you with a kiss, more passionate this time. He was feeding your flame with petrol, igniting it inside of you. You push back aggressively, wrapping your arms around his neck, his on your hips pulling you so air can't get between your bodies. You kick the door shut, as soon as it clicked shut, he pinned you against it. His hands holding yours like you were surrendering. Your tongues engaged in a ferocious fight for dominance. He won, but let go of your hands. You needed more, he was wearing too many clothes. You grabbed his shirt frantically unbuttoning it. He wriggled out, throwing it aside, then he stopped kissing you to remove your top. He gazed down. "Bloodyhell." He muttered, his words getting lost in your neck as he kissed his way down.
Your hands went down his chest, it wasn't massively toned, nevertheless it made you feel weak and tingly. They slowly moved their way down to his belt, you slowly unbuckled it trying to tease him but it was only annoying you. So you grabbed the belt and yanked it off of him casting it far away as possible
You let out a sudden moan, Newt had found a sweet spot near your collarbone he smirked against the heated skin and started nibbling and sucking on the tender area. Leaving hickeys like they were his labels of possession.  
You decided to get him back. You palmed him through his jeans. He stopped what he was doing and grunted. You continued pressing harder, you could feel him growing beneath your touch. He groaned. The feeling it gave you was immense, you had this golden boy completely under your control.