TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Teasing (Pt.3) *REQUEST*

* This imagine was requested by fangirlfr0mhell
I hope you like it and thank you for being so patient with me! It got kinda dirty so I hope this is how you wanted it. *

WARNING: mentions and descriptions of sex

My eyes slowly opened as I woke up inside my shared bed in the homestead. Shifting my head an inch, I smiled at the familiar body lying under me. Newt, who's clothes had been discarded early last night, was still asleep with one hand holding my bare back and the other holding my hand against his chest.

Memories of last night flashed through my head, bringing a bright smile to my face and heat to my cheeks. The memory of his hands running over every inch of my body, his lips stuck on my neck as if they were glued there, and the feeling of pleasure he so easily was able to give me replayed in my mind. It was always making love.

I lifted my head off his chest and inched my body upwards until my head was parallel to his. I peppered soft kisses along his entire face, starting with his cheek and ending with his lips. It was after I pushed his lips apart with my own that he stirred awake.

He hadn't even opened his eyes yet when he smiled and kissed back.

"Good morning love," he mumbled in his deep morning voice, that could make my heart melt. He finally opened his eyes, letting me stare into the deep brown eyes I'd come to love. He suddenly chuckled and brushed the messy hair around my neck away.

"It seems I've left my mark on you," he brushed his thumb over the tender bruises covering my neck. I smirked and pointed to the ones covering his chest right below his nipple.

"I guess I've marked you too." He laughed and pulled me down until our lips met. He slid his hands down to my arse, giving it a tight squeeze as his tongue delved deeper into my mouth, fighting for dominance against mine. The mixing feelings sent a moan out of my mouth and into his, causing him to smirk against me.

"Will you two quit doing that and get out here already?" Alby's voice boomed from outside the door. It wasn't the first time one of the boys had to stop us and it definitely wouldn't be the last.

Newt and I slid out of the bed and picked up the clothes tossed around the room in our heated moment last night. Newt put his hand over mine before I was able to pull my shirt over my head.

"Do you want my shirt?" I blushed as he held it out for me. I almost always wore it after our night together just as another way for Newt to show I was his.

"Newt, I'm sure the boys can see I'm yours by now. But yes, I would love your shirt." I pulled his cream colored sweatshirt over my body, laughing still at the fact that the shirt ends just above my knee, thanks to his tall torso- not that I was complaining. He beamed down at me, feeling proud to have his girl wearing his clothes.

I grabbed the small mirror I was given from the box and checked the marks on my neck. They weren't as bad as they could have been, but the purple clumps were mainly focused on the skin above my left collarbone. We didn't have make up in the glade, obviously, so I used a handful of dirt to smear against my neck in hopes of blaming the bruises on the dirt, but the boys weren't stupid; they knew what was going on.

Newt had his hand linked in mine the entire trip to the kitchen where we would grab breakfast. We passed all the boys who smirked as they saw the two of us walk by. When we handed our plates to Frypan to give us our meal, he tried hiding the smirk on his face, but ended up commenting on it anyway.

"Fun night you two?" I blushed and buried my head in Newt's shoulder. The teasing and laughing from the other boys happened everyday, but it still didn't make me any less embarrassed.