Newt/Thomas Sangster One Shots (warning: smut)

One shot #26 ~ Aphrodesiacs

"You'll love it, trust me," He reassured, a playful glint in his eye.
"I believe you," I replied as I eyed up the show window, full of colourful pastries and delicacies like I'd seen nowhere else.

I heard a bell jingle as he pushed the door open carefully, the sweet smell of patisserie and coffee hitting me like a delicious brick wall.

"Wow," I marvelled at the large room. There were hanging baskets of green ivy, small pastel yellow plant pots housing succulent money trees, book shelves overflowing with leather-backed classics, intricate pastries of blue and yellow and golden brown.

"I knew you'd like it," he gleamed proudly.
"I don't know where to start...," I scanned the display, unable to even begin to comprehend choosing just one.
"I'll get a few to try, my treat," He smiled and talked to the cashier, ordering what they called 'The Patisserie Platter', along with some hot drinks.

As we sat, I absorbed the welcoming environment. The lowering golden sunlight filtered through the steamed windows, illuminating the dust suspended in the air like tiny fireflies. I could smell the leather of the books, buttery dough, the rich wood of the dark oak floorboards, the fragrant scents of assorted herbal teas and dotted flowers. All this mixed with the scent of fresh maple bacon, waffles and pancakes, ham and cheese. The smells blended into a mouth-wateringly delicious aroma.

We chatted amiably for a few minutes before the waitress bought the tray. I was suddenly very hungry, my eyes tracing over the small display of colourful icing, decorations, golden pastries, and glossy jams.

"You like it?" He sat back with a playful smile.
"Do I like it?" I replied, "it's amazing here, I think it's my new favourite place,"
He sat back and smiled, just looking over at me.
"What...?" I laughed, feeling almost vulnerable under his attentive gaze.
He shook his head and shrugged, continuing to smile almost uncontrollably.
"It's nothing,"

I took a large drink of coffee, the marbled image of a leaf on top becoming more so as I tasted it.
"Good?" He asked, taking a drink of his own.
I nodded, trying to savour the roasted aftertaste.

He reached over to the plate of small desserts and took one, the glass-like jam in the centre shiny and the pastry flaking from the base.
"Try this," he handed it over. I took it from him and inspected it, smelling the tart raspberry compote. He took one too, what looked like some sort of choux pastry with violet icing.

I bit into mine, shutting my eyes at the perfect balance of sweet and sour. I licked a little flake of pastry from my bottom lip briefly. I nodded and almost laughed as he watched me proudly.

"That looks good," He smiled before he ate his own.

"You can have some if you want," I gestured, still with my mouth half full.

"I didn't mean the pastry, love," He winked.
"We are in public," I teased, faking my shocked reaction.
"Your point?"
"Oh, hush," I teased, before picking up another and taking a bite.

Now that one was really good. I could taste egg custard in the middle of a soft, sweet dough. It was heaven. I rolled my eyes and groaned. Of course it would be even better than the last.

I swallowed it down with a sip of my drink before licking the little drop of filling that had spilled on my fingertip. I glanced over to him, inspecting the smirk-like-grin on his face and his slightly raised eyebrow.

"What?" I asked him.
"Are you trying to turn me on right now?" He teased.
"Am I trying to what?" I replied, confused.
"Because if you really want to know exactly what I'll do to you if you carry on, then I suggest you keep going," he challenged.

"Oh, well, I'd better be careful, huh?" I said playfully as he reached over and took another.

I did the same, this time taking a small round of shortbread with a swirl of what looked like lemon icing on top. I could feel his dark eyes watching me as licked the icing off the top, purposefully enjoying the zesty taste a little too much for him to keep his composure. I moaned just loud enough for him to hear, in the most exaggerated way I possibly could.

"Excuse me? Could we get these to go, please?" Thomas asked the waitress politely before shifting his glance back toward me.
"You'll regret that," He said with a half smile.
"I disagree," I replied smugly.

As soon as the waitress handed Thomas the bag of food, he grabbed my hand and took me out of the shop.

"You have no idea how bloody hot you are and it drives me fucking insane...," he muttered under his breath, most likely unintentionally. I noticed as we were getting in the car the boner he was sporting in his pants, which made me want him there and then.

What should have been a fifteen minute drive was just over seven, Thomas speeding almost the whole way home. He muttered to himself almost the whole time, about how I 'do things to him' and 'you won't be so smug once I'm done with you,' and whatnot. I could feel tension wrapping around my stomach in anticipation. 

As soon as we were through the door, my back was against it, my leg wrapped around his torso as he practically smashed his lips onto mine. He lifted me up quickly and took me to the bedroom, where he practically threw me onto the made bed.

He crawled on top, hovering on his elbows before grinding roughly against me, his crotch rubbing up against my core.

My hand traveled underneath his t shirt, down his lean torso, to his V line, and even further down into his underwear. He rolled his hips against the palm of my hand as his fingers hastily yanked down my jeans, helping me to kick them off onto the floor. He looped his forefinger around my underwear, sliding them off and down my thighs.

I gasped loudly as he rubbed his thumb over my clit roughly.
"This is what happens when you tease me in public," he growled.
I moaned and carried on palming him. I wanted him. Right then, and only then.

"Just fuck me already," I smiled devilishly.
He laughed breathily before pulling me into an open mouthed kiss, reaching down and pulling himself out of his underwear, out of my hand.

He took no more than a second to line himself up, before he slammed into me harshly. I yelped, my head throwing back involuntarily as he began to roll his hips forward into mine gingerly. He kissed my neck, grazing the skin with his teeth, as he gained rhythm. I felt his hand on the wooden board above my head as he let out a growl-like moan.

His free hand slipped down my stomach hastily and toyed with my clit as he thrusted deeper. I moaned loudly and shakily before he reconnected our lips with passion, his tongue grazing my bottom lip dominatingly as the rhythmic thrusting made me tremble underneath him.

The sensations were overwhelming, making the huge buildup of tension over the course of only around twenty minutes releasing all at once around him. I moaned loudly into the kiss, spurring him on. No more than a few seconds later, his arms began to shake as he hastily pulled himself out and released his mess onto my abdomen, his lips parting breathily.

"Oh my god," I breathed.
"Uh-huh," he nodded, rolling to the side and getting out of bed, and trailing to the bathroom. He came back with a wet washcloth.
"I'll do it," I smiled tiredly, gesturing for him to toss it to me. I wiped my stomach clean and handed it back to him. I threw it into the washing basket, just as well.

He gazed at me for a second as I lay there, breathing heavily, watching my chest rise.
"What?" I opened one eye questioningly.
"You always look ten times hotter straight after we do that," he crawled into bed, letting me lean my head on his flushed chest.

"We should go to that place again," I teased.
"Oh, for sure," he accepted before letting out an exhausted laugh.

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