Newt imagines 2

Hello Gorgeous

I was shaken.

I had been lying on my side, snuggled warm in my blankets, sleeping. When two hands had grabbed my shoulders frantically shaking me. I groaned shoving my face in the pillow, refusing to let the night's hazy light keep me from my sleep. I pushed the hands away. "Not now." There was a deep giggle that was quickly cut off, like the slap of a hand. One hand wriggled under my waist squeezing the excess flesh, causing me to squirm around in my hazy sleep. "Newt." I whined forcing him away from me being serious now, I wanted to sleep. Not play midnight games.
"Well hello gorgeous!" Minho said wiggling his eyebrows, lying in my bed, next to me.

I screamed and kicked him in the stomach. "What the fuck Minho!?"
Minho curled up groaning. "What the shuck y/n?!" He groaned again, hiding his pained face in the blankets.
I looked around the room and saw in the far corner was Thomas and Newt just watching with blank faces, Newt's hand covering Thomas's mouth. I blushed and grabbed Minho trying to pull him up. "Minho." I whispered. "What's going on?"
"We and your shucking brave boyfriend wanted to give you a shock, he didn't say you kicked." He rubbed his stomach. "This wouldn't hurt so much if I didn't have abs of steal."
I snorted. "Minho I think Newt has better abs than you."
Newt stepped forwards dragging Minho out of the bed. "Hey what do you mean by that?" He sat down, stuffing the blanket up over me more, like he just remembered I don't sleep with a bra on.
I rolled my eyes. "It's a joke."
"Well it's not bloody funny."
"Neither is startling someone in their bed with hello gorgeous."
Newt's lips curled upwards slightly, his face straining to pull them down. Behind him Thomas snorted again, and Minho smirked like he had been intelligent with his little line.
I shut my eyes and laughed a little. "Ok maybe it is, but can I please sleep now?"
"Um yes sure." Thomas blurted out but then both him and Minho stayed still, not moving towards the door, not even looking.
I raised an eyebrow and they stared back confused.
Newt got up and bearded them out like sheep. "Go on guys scat, I'll see you in the morn." He shut the door behind them and made his way back to my side, pulling the blankets over his legs. I instantly took it as my que to snuggle up to him, yawning. I nestled my head on his chest.

"What did you really mean by that joke?" Newt asked running his hand through my hair.
I yawned and rolled my eyes. "Can't we go to bed?" But it was clear I had kind of upset him slightly, so I sat up facing him, his brown eyes worried.
I ran a hand over his left cheekbone. "I was only trying to insult Minho not you dear."
Newt eventually nodded and pulled me down with him so we were completely covered in duvet, his head on the pillow, mine on him. We lay there, my eyes shut, listening to the bah bum of his heart, listening as it relax and contracted. It was like a goodnight lullaby.
Newt yawned, his stomach rising as he did, his back bending and his arms outstretching. "I'm hungry." He mumbled.
"It's only like six hours till breakfast." I whispered.
"That's so far away." He said hitting his hand on the bed like a little child having a tantrum. He shuffled sneaking his hands round my body into the right places I knew what he was doing. He pinned the duvet to me and picked me up.
"Newt!" I whined.
"I'm hungry." He repeated slowly moving out the door and towards the kitchens.
"It's cold." I complained nuzzling my head into his neck.
Newt chuckled. "Love I'm in shorts, you've got a bloody duvet." He settled me down on the counter top, cocooned in the bedding, and rummaged through the cupboards.
I sat there with heavy eyelids, trying to remember how nice sleep had been.
There was a small pop as Newt opened a jar of chocolate spread, he fetched a spoon and stood in front of me, spreading my legs a tad so he could stand between them. He began to feed himself moaning as it satisfied his belly.
I held his hand, prying out the spoon and taking my own mouthful. I rolled my head back, groaning, food always tastes so much better at midnight. Newt took back the spoon and between us we finished the jar.
Newt smirked at my chocolate smudged face, leaning really close he began to lick it off. I squealed trying to stop him. "Newt!" I giggled. "Yuck!"
He pulled away to reposition and connected his lips with mine. "Oh my god." I mumbled between kisses. "You taste amazing." His mouth and lips all had a thick coating of chocolate, it was so nice.
Newt chuckled ending the kiss, his hands round on the small of my back. "This is a nice midnight feast." He said, his voiced hushed, not to wake the others sleeping outside somewhere.
I nodded. "We should do this more often."
Newt smiled and pecked my lips, walking back to the cupboards, he opened the freezer and smirked, picking out a tub. "Ice cream?"
I nodded frantically, arms out for him to come back.