Newt digs his nails into my back and moans my name. He brings his lips to my already bruises neck and bites into my sweet spot. I moan in pleasure but also pain. I roll off him and we just lay there. I put my arm around him and he moves closer,
"Get some sleep," I whisper. He shakes his head,
"I dont want to," I smile a little,
"Fine then you leave me no choice," I sit up,
"Wh-" I start tickling him and he squirms and giggles. I smile and he laughs again. He reaches up and pokes me in the ribs. I laugh and flop down onto the bed next to him.
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Minewt Smut
Randomhere's how our stories work, one sentence is written by one of us, and the next is by our "partner"
