Multi Fandom Reader Inserts #2

Frustration and Forgiveness - Newt Scamander

****SO FUCKING NSFW****

While you had gone up to the shops, Newt was at home in bed, thinking about you; he was frustrated, as he had been having trouble with a few of his beasts, but also because the two of you had had an argument the night before about how you thought he was being stupid for not letting you into his case, despite the fact that the two of you had been together for years. In all truth, it wasn't that he didn't trust you or his beasts, but more, he thought you might look at him differently for being such a maternal person when with his beasts. Although, Newt had to admit that you were rather arousing when you were angry, putting your hands on your hips and puffing your chest out slightly. Oh god, how he wanted you; reaching a hand down into his boxers, he grasped a hold of his length and wrapped his fingers around it, slowly pumping it, biting down on his bottom lip in order to not wake the neighbours with his moans, his needy groans of your name.

"Newt," your voice rang from the doorframe, and almost immediately, Newt's eyes widened and he became flustered, retracting his hand from his boxers and giving you a shy smile. "I'm sorry about - wait, were you just wanking?"

"I... (Y/N), listen, I-"

"Newt Scamander," you said sternly, pulling your shirt off before unclasping your bra and throwing it aside, you then kicked your shoes and socks off, then at last, you pushed your jeans and panties down, stepping out of them, you made your way over to the bed and threw the covers back, exposing Newt with a smirk. "You were wanking, weren't you?"

"Yes," he said shyly, daring to look you in the eyes as you slowly pulled down his boxers and peeled them off of his legs before throwing them aside. "What are you doing, darling?"

"Well," you chuckled softly, straddling him. "Would you rather your hand, or the real thing?"

"The real thing, please," he begged softly, neediness in his voice that made you chuckle as you slowly sank onto his length with a quiet moan. "Merlin's beard!" Newt put a hand on your waist and he began to slowly, gently, thrust up into you, his hips working into a soft, forgiving, rhythm. "Am I forgiven for last night?"

"No," you teased, grinding down on him and moaning quietly as your hips fell into an easy rhythm with his. "Not yet."

"What do I have to do?" He whispered hoarsely, watching as you easily rode him.

"Make me scream," you growled, causing the Hufflepuff to grin breathlessly and roll over, pinning you beneath him; Newt's thrusts became harder, faster and deeper as his lips cautiously attacked yours, begging for you to forgive him for the argument, all while the rhythm you had once settled into changed into a beautiful catastrophe of passion and frustration. "Fuck, Newt, yes!"

"I love you," he panted, thrusting even deeper, hitting your sensitive spot. "I love you so much and I'm so sorry about last night."

"Keep going, please, Newt!" You cried, bucking your hips against his and wrapping your legs around his waist, attempting to pull him closer.

"Oh my," he hissed through clenched teeth, release coming far sooner than was first expected. "(Y/N), you're perfect."

"You're perfect too, Newt," you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut as your release slowly, teasingly, washed over you; your juices spilling onto his length as he spilled himself inside of you. "You're so fucking forgiven."