Newt/Thomas Sangster One Shots (warning: smut)

One Shot #5 ~ Maze runner #1, (part 2 of 2)

I sat myself on a bench at the dinner table, waiting newt to join me. The evenings in the glade were peaceful, really - despite everything. The sun had just started to set over the walls, casting golden rays across the long grass. I sighed as a flock of birds sawed over the green, over and past the walls. The only chance at freedom we would ever hope to have was in the runners.

I still hadn't forgotten about earlier, and although I wanted him - I wanted to be a part of the struggle for freedom. He needed to realise that.

"Hey," Newt came over and sat, setting a modest plate food on the table.

"Hey,"

Everyone else sat around us - Thomas, Minho, Chuck, and even Gally, which made a change.

"Hey guys," Newt greeted them.

"What's up lovebirds?" Minho laughed.

"Oh, nothin much," I replied jokingly.

That's when I felt it - Newt's hand on my leg. At first I thought nothing of it, just a nice gesture, but as his hand travelled further up, I realised what he was doing.

"I'll get you back-"

This was his way of getting revenge, or maybe it was his way of showing the job offer was up for reconsideration?

I felt his finger graze over my underwear - all the while talking to Thomas about the next bonfire for his birthday.

I almost jumped as he quickly slipped a finger into me - it was unexpected to say the least.

"You ok? Something on your mind?" Newt half-whispered. He knew what he was doing, but I wasn't complaining.

"Just fine, thanks," I said through gritted teeth.

"Good," he said, his eyebrow twitching.

He kept doing it, I could feel how wet I was getting. If he wasn't careful, people would think I'd peed myself on the bench. I decided it was time to give him a taste of his own medicine.

I carefully placed my hand on his crotch and began to palm him. He stopped moving his fingers - he gasped a little, taken aback.

"Uh...Newt? Are you good?" Minho stopped mid conversation to check on him.

"Fine, sorry I swallowed something wrong. I'm just going to the bathroom." He lied, grabbing my arm as he got up off the bench.

He lead me back to his shack, locking the door behind us. 

"That was dangerous," he said seriously, although a small smile curled up on one side of his mouth.

"You started it." I shushed him.

He sighed, defeated.

Feeling a little bad, I walked up to him and planted a kiss on him.

Little did I know, all that built up frustration was about to come out on me in just a few seconds.

Without warning, he grabbed me and pushed me onto his bed, knocking the breath out of me.

He climbed on top of me, taking his shirt off. I did the same, although I was still in shock from being tossed like a rag doll.

"I'm getting that job," I stated into his ear.

"I'll think about it," he murmured, although I'm sure that the job was the last thing he was thinking about.

"We should be fast. They'll wonder where we went," I said, and so he decided not to waste any time in taking his pants off or my top. It was unnecessary.

He quickly got to work - he pushed my underwear to one side and pushed inside of me, causing me to gasp at the sudden pain.

This was only the 2nd or 3rd time I'd done this, so it still hurt.

"Fuck," he groaned in a low voice.

A tear rolled down my face - the pain was uncomfortable, especially as he was, *ahem*, above average.

"Are you ok? I don't want to hurt you like the first time," He sounded worried, a bead of sweat trailing into his eyebrow.

"I'm fine, please just be slow at first," I asked him.

"Of course, just tell me if you want to stop," He was genuinely concerned. Such a gentleman.

After around 10 seconds of not moving, the pain was almost gone. I knew if we waited any longer, people would start getting nosy.

"Ok, you can move. People are gonna wonder where we're at soon," I worried.

"Yeah, sure," he sounded a little relieved. I didn't really think about how difficult it must've been for him to just stay still.

As I asked, he started to move. Slowly at first, but he gradually began to quicken. His strokes went deeper, harder, stronger.

Our breaths quickened and the sound of his groans and curses only turned me on even more.

He kissed my neck harshly, leaving scarlet hickeys all over me.

Well, that was our cover blown.

I could feel my muscles beginning to tense, I knew I was close. I tried my best not to make any noises, but it was so difficult. Anyway, he was being louder than me.

He began to go even faster, nailing me into the bed again and again. I couldn't hold on any longer.

As I climaxed, a huge, loud gasp left my mouth. I couldn't help it. I covered my mouth as a tear left my eyes from the intense pleasure.

Newt's once steady rhythm began to get irregular, and he put his mouth on my neck to stop himself from moaning. He breathed heavily and pulled himself out, I rolled over and off the bed to get dressed again.

"You gotta give me that job now, come on," I pleaded, putting my shorts back on.

"Pretty pleeaaaasee?" I pouted.

He let out a huge sigh. I knew I'd won.

"AW YEAAAAH I WIN HAHAAA SUCKAA" I chanted and ran onto the bed, jumping.

"Come on Cora, we gotta go!" He sounded defeated.

"Fine." I took his hand and jumped down.

See ladies? The best way to a man's heart is not only through his stomach - but through his pants ;)

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A/N
Sorry but I gotta say that I almost peed myself when my phone autocorrected Minho to Micheal.