BENNY WATTS IMAGINES- The Queen's Gambit

Perverted creep- Newt- part 2

Warning: Contains makeout scenes and strong language.
It's a little long one but worth reading ❤️

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Previously:

"Alright love, so be it. I dare you to strip and makeout with me."

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Your POV:

His words kept ringing in your ear, you were drunk and he was too, but he didn't seem drunk. He wasn't out of his mind either. He meant ever single word that he said. You were speechless. Completely speechless. "Come on Y/n, strip!"Ben smirked. "Yeah, now this is a real party night." one of the boys said. " NO! YOU SHUCKFACES! SHE AIN'T GONNA DO THAT!" Minho yelled at those boys and got up ,glaring at Newt. He went near him and Newt stood up, ready to talk to Minho calmly. " What the hell are you thinking!" Minho gritted his teeth, controlling his anger as much as possible. " Didn't I make myself clear?" Newt sipped on his drink casually.

"I'm going to shucking beat up your skinny ass if anything happens to her." Minho held him by the collar and Newt raised his hands in surrender. You immediately got on your feet and tried to pull Minho away from him but Thomas quickly pulled you away. " He's not going to stop!" You whisper -yelled to Thomas. "Let Minho handle this." Thomas glared at you. "Well, I never said these shuckfaces are going to get the view. It's just going to be me and her, in my room." Newt said. Minho loosened his grip and Newt quickly shifted away from him, walking towards you with the drink in his one hand. " Come on love, it's just you and me."he held your hand tightly and glared at Thomas.

You were speechless, drunk and being dragged by him into his room in the homesteads. He pulled you inside and shut the door behind him. He got his chair near the bed and sat on it, looking at you with his lustful gaze. "Strip!" he commanded. You turned away and thought for a few seconds if you really wanted to do this. Your mind was completely clouded so you pushed away all the thoughts and grabbed the hem of your hoodie, taking it above your head and dropping it on the cold floor, your back facing him. Suddenly you felt warm hands on your cold body, making you gasp. "Don't hide from me, love." he whispered, his voice sounding deep and raspy.

He rubbed his hands on your upper arms making you a bit comfortable under his touch. You turned to face him, biting your lip nervously. " Hm, so pretty." he looked in your eyes and backed you up against the wall. "Look at me love." he said. You looked at him as his hand slowly slid around your tiny waist, embracing you in his warmth. His other hand lifted your chin and he leaned in to kiss you. It wasn't needy or lustful. He kissed you gently and it was all passionate and full of love. At that moment you knew that he actually cared and that Thomas was right about him.
Even if your lives were snatched away, even if you were surrounded by a giant maze full of Grievers, everything felt so right, you felt safe in his arms.

His lips felt magical against yours, just like two puzzle pieces fitting together, moving perfectly in sync. You pulled away for breath and he gazed at you. He cupped your face and kissed you forehead. "Mine." he mumbled in a very low tone. So low that you could barely listen. He held your wrists lightly and pulled you towards the bed, never taking his eyes off yours. He took off his hoodie, standing shirtless in front of you, his toned abs begging to be touched. You quickly took off your shorts and he took off his pants. " Just so beautiful." he smirked.You smiled and glanced down, his growing bulge already brushing against your inner thighs through his boxers. You bit your lip harshly, choking a moan. "Get on the bed."he said with a cold expression.

As soon as you got on the bed, he crawled over you and tilted your head, placing sloppy kisses on your exposed neck. "Newt, you're so good at this." You moaned. He went down, holding your thigh in his arm and left hickeys on your hips. You moaned his name again and again, keeping your fingers in his hair and gripping his dirty blonde locks lightly. "Newt, aren't you going to fuck me?" you asked innocently. "Oh baby you have no idea what things I wanna do to you. But not now, you're pretty drunk. I want you to be sober when I fuck your pretty pussy." he whispered in your ear and bit your earlobe seductively. He held your hips and pecked your lips before getting up from the bed. "Where are you going?" you asked. "I'll be back in a few minutes, stay here." he said. He put on his pants and went out of the room, shutting the door behind him.