Youre All Mine

You’re All Mine

Request: YOU A FUCKING SOFT SUB. NEWT A FUCKING POSSESSIVE DOM. HIM SHOWING YOU A GOOD TIME BUT ALSO REMINDING YOU OF WHO YOU BELONG TO PLEASEEEEEEEEEJ HFBWHFIGWNBYUGWNDW - anon

Newt Scamander x Reader

Warning ⚠️: NSFW, Smut, Dirty-Talk,

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pairing: subby gyu x dom! reader

genre: smut, fluff

warnings: sleepy lazy morning sex, soft sex, blow job, riding, titty sucking

song: My Cherie Amour - Stevie Wonder

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You awoke to the sunlight seeping in your bedroom through the windows, nearly blinding you as you squint your tired eyes. Being able to hear the birds that always chirp early in the morning and you watched as a little part of a petal fron the cherry blossom tree that stood just outside, flew onto your window sill from leaving it slightly open last night when beomgyu whined he was too hot. You always loved blossom trees. They were so pretty to look at, tell tale sign that spring had begun.

You swap your gaze to your sleeping boyfriend who lies next to you, snoring softly looking pretty as ever like he always did especially when he was sleeping. It’s moments like this where you think damn, how did I manage to bag this? Heart swelling up at just how cute he looked with his gorgeous eyelashes you’ll never get over touching his cheeks making him even prettier, hair fanned out across the pillowcase, framing his pretty face, soft lips in a little pout as he slept. Sometimes just looking at beomgyu makes you overwhelmed with emotions you just want to cry. It’s disgustingly cringey, you’re aware. But you’re in the mood to feel disgustingly cringey.

You press a kiss to the rounded tip of his absolutely adorable nose that looks even cuter in the mornings. And then give him one more to his just for good measure. Beomgyu cutely scrunches his nose and flutters his eyes ever slightly open, humming and grinning at you.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty” You say to him, rubbing his nose with your own.

“Hmmm good morning, Prince Charming. I’m just so irresistible that you can’t help kissing me even in my sleep huh?” Beomgyu teases, speaking in his gruffy, sleepy morning voice that never fails to drive you a bit crazy. A lot crazy.

He was expecting you to roll your eyes or tell him to shut up like you usually do but you just hum in agreement this time, cupping his puffy face and giving him a kiss on the forehead, “Yeah. You’re a pretty a sleeper.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that, mouth shutting from the comeback he was planning to use as he does that little pouty shy smile thing he does whenever he gets compliments. “Woah what happened to y/n? Who are you?”

You roll you eyes. "Also you got two fairytales mixed up, you doofus. Prince Charming isn't in sleeping beauty."

“Ah, there they are.” He chuckles.

“Anyway, get up. We gotta organise your party later on and get everything done for it.”

He groans at that, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly and burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m way tooooo tired though. Why don’t we just stay in bed together all day instead.”

“Beomgyu. It’s your party. And I wonder why you’re so tired.” You sarcastically say. “Maybee if you weren’t playing video games all night long with heeseung.”

“It wasn’t all night long! You were playing as well. Horrendously, I must add. I’m never letting you be on my team ever again.”

You grab a pillow, hitting it in his face. “You made this so unromantic. I was trying to serenade you with my love and kisses.”

“Ah, please do then. I want kisses.” He puts his lips into a little kissy face.

You sigh but cup his face again, stroking your thumb against his cheek and peppering kisses all on his face and he giggles, feeling ticklish and all mushy inside. He shuts his eyes, liking the feeling and then he’s already in a deep sleep again. Typical.

But you carry on kissing, drifting to his neck where you start to place little love bites and hickeys, he hums at that, signalling he’s somewhat awake right now. And you trail the kisses to his chest.

You rub your thumb in circles on one of his pretty nipples and suck the other, swirling your tongue around the bud and he gives you soft little whimpers in return. Then, you give his cute tummy you adored so much a massive load of kisses. It was just too cute and soft, heaving up and down in his half awake state.

You moved further down, lifting one of his legs up so you can give all your attention to his creamy, plush thighs. Them not being marked yet a crime. So you suck the inside of his thighs until they’re covered and filled with bruises that most likely won’t go until a while, beomgyu restless and whimpering the entire time, his thighs too sensitive.

You sit back once you’re done to admire your work and the beautiful sight, beomgyu covered in hickeys from the neck, chest, stomach and thighs.

“You look so fucking gorgeous marked baby. Should be marked like that all the time.”

“Need you please…” Beomgyu whispers and whines out, sleepily, eyes still closed.

“Yeah?” Beomgyu nods fast for you and so you take his hard dick out, slowly wrapping your lips around them and he whimpers continuously as you start to suck him off in his sleepy state, bobbing your head back and forth on his cock which was dribbling little beads of cum. One of your hands, gripping the flesh of his thigh tightly, making him moan even more.

You pull off of him for a second to spit a little bit of saliva onto his tip before you go back to work again and he shivers, thigh twitching and dick jerking as you gave him a blowjob.

"You can cum, baby." You tell him which extracts the pretties whines out of him, popping him out of your mouth so you can see him make a pretty mess of himself on his thighs and stomach.

He's even more tired now and so are you but you slowly get on top of him, kissing him in the process and lining up his sticky dick to your entrance. Ever so slowly, sinking down on him, the both of you lifting your heads back and groaning.

You ride beomgyu lazily and leisurely, feeling like you could probably go to sleep again anytime soon. Lips never leaving his as even your mouths moved slow against each other.

"Hold…" Beomgyu whimpers out, extending his hand for you and you intertwine yours with his. Hand holding one of his favourite things and it always made you so soft.

You pick up your movements but not very significantly, sloppily and very lazily pumping his dick in and out of you with the slickness of his previous orgasm and your own wetness.

He throws an arm over his head, lips parted, eyebrows furrowed, eyes shut and look on his face pure ecstasy, both of you losing yourself in the pleasure and he elicits the most mellifluous sounds ever. His moans literally the prettiest to your ears, especially right now in the morning.

You reconnect your lips to his, kissing him feverishly, literally devouring every whiny moan he lets out into your mouth. His pretty lips quivering and eyes fluttering open and closed, holding your hand even tighter and he draws out the longest, loudest and most gorgeous moan of your name ever to exist before he’s cumming heaps into you, both of you cumming together, eyes rolling to back of yours heads.

Beomgyu pants, exhausted, and then rolls on top of you, wrapping his arms around yours and resting his face in your chest contently. He lays on you like this for a little while, then he looks up at you with big puppy eyes and a pout, “Wanna suck your tits.” Spoilt, but you’ll let him have his way today.

He instantly lifts your shirt up, latching his pretty round lips onto one and groping the other, eyelids blissfully closed as he sucked and kissed your nipples, swapping every now and then so he can give both attention.

You move his hair out of his face, giving him a peck on his forehead. Beomgyu’s eyes begin to get heavy and he’s already drifting asleep again, mouth still on your nipple and face in your tits, you a few minutes from sleep again as well.

“I love you. I’m genuinely being serious, I’m fucking in love with you. You’re like…my favourite person in the entire world. You are my world- okay ew nevermind. I was trying to be poetic but it didn’t work. But I really do love you and I’m happy for you just being in my life. Happy Birthday, gyu.”

Beomgyu hums in acknowledgement, a little incoherent ‘love you’ coming out of his lips which were still on your tits.

Please actually reblog !! and comment !!!! if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated tysm !<3🙏💕😊 It’s discouraging when fics have such little reblogs 🤨👎Feedback is always appreciated it makes me happy :)

A/n: we love being delusional 😍😍 I never reread this bc I couldn’t bring myself to so if it’s actually bad I’m sorry 😭 ANYWAY ITS BEOMGYUS BIRTHDYAJSND I LOVE HIM SM I HOPE HE HAS A GOOD DAY

«it’s high tide, baby.»

PAIRING: Minho x Fem! Reader GENRE: fantasy, pirate au, angst with a happy ending, enemies to friends to lovers, soulmates (I know you saw it coming), LOTS of pop culture references (two aldo giovanni and giacomo’s references italian readers this is for you), magic au WORDS: 23k WARNINGS: mention of murder, mention of drowning, smut  NOTES: I sure do hope you’ve read Chris’ merman fic because I’m feeding on my own lore / Ananke is meant as the greek goddess of fate / extra kudos to Black Desert for having an amazing map and kudos to me for using the videogame aesthetic because I don’t have enough creativity in me to come up with a fantasy world SUMMARY: 

«I think I’ve never missed Cleo so much.» you quietly sniffled. «Your lover?» Minho questioned immediately. «My cat.» you clarified without hesitation.

“«Everything is over, now.» the Captain spoke in a confident voice, «I won’t let anyone else hurt you.» he added, before capturing his lover’s lip in a gentle kiss.” «Oh, holy fuck,» you blurted out as soon as you read that sentence, closing the book out of instinct, «holy shit, finally!» you added to yourself, completely aware about the fact that you were smiling like an idiot at no one but the now finished book in your lap but well, you couldn’t help yourself. It was a book you’ve randomly found in the book-store next to your workplace, its cover had nothing special that immediately jumped to the eye: it was relegated in leather, some golden details that recalled the title written in beautiful handwriting. Actually, if you had to be completely honest, the detail that convinced you to buy it was the small golden stone embedded right under the title, instead of the actual plot – plot that in the end you came to adore. «You are really lucky, this is the only copy that has been sent to us.» had said the old lady working there, making you furtherly curious and giving you another reason to buy it. It was a love story, but it contained the right amount of adventure as well. Christopher, a young and fearless pirate, was not only the Captain of the Golden Fleece – who was capable of intimidating anyone who saw its sails in the distance, but he had become the head of the entire commercial network that passed through the sea. Chris had at least 200 fleets under his command, each of them committing various raids in the name of their Captain, whose now was able to sail wherever he wanted without getting his hands dirty as he had done in the past. During his adventures, he eventually fell in love with a girl – Leana, who was originally engaged with a navy’s soldier; after an awful lot of vicissitudes and obstacles in the path of their happiness, Christopher eventually stole her away – he’s a pirate after all, making her a member of his crew and finally allowing each other to live their so craved love story. Of course, the Captain would have never made it alone; his seven long time friends had always been more than ready to help him and support him in every case of need. Among his crew, you definitely had a personal favourite: Lee Minho, a young former bounty hunter enamoured with the feeling of freedom he felt while sailing that definitely made your heart race more than once. He was straightforward and sarcastic, a reason why Christopher found himself asking for Minho’s advice the most; despite his strong personality, he truly cared for his friends, and he considered them like a family. Chapter by chapter, you found yourself admiring his character so much that you anticipated every one of his appearances, eager to read more about him. «Oh, Cleo, can you imagine a love like this?» you sighed dreamily, absently running your fingers through your cat’s thick fur, Cleo simply mewled at you, a faint noise that you interpreted as a proper answer, «or a life like this.» you added, your voice suddenly turning a little more hesitant, a little more lonelier. During the last few months, your life had fallen into an incredibly boring and obnoxious loop: go to work, finish your shift with an incredible amount of stress spreading through your body just to stop in order to buy groceries on your way home, see some friends once in a while, take care of your cat and repeat, repeat, repeat. Of course, you would have felt a lot lonelier if it weren’t for Cleo: you found her sitting in front of your apartment complex on a random day two years ago and since then she started living with you, as if she had been expressively been waiting for you to find her that day. «You always look angry, don’t you?» you cooed at her, hoisting her into your lap as to cuddle her a little closer. «Just like your mom.» you referred to yourself, shortly drowning your face in her soft fur, loudly smooching her a few times; Cleo mewled, as if she was exasperated at your behaviour and you quietly giggled, your soft laughter shifting into a sigh as your eyes fell on the book once again. “I was really lucky to get the only copy of this,” you definitely had loved everything about the story, to the point to start fantasizing and wondering what could their next adventure be now that the crew gained a new very special member. Did Chris and Leana got married in an actual chapel or did they ask someone in their crew to randomly marry them just like Elizabeth Swann and Will Turner did? Engrossed in your thoughts, you didn’t realize that you ended up drifting off on your couch – still uncomfortably wearing your jeans, and therefore, you definitely could not notice about the strange events occurring as soon as sleep overcame your senses. The book you were holding in your hand seemed to be woken up by a curious kind of magic, as the golden stone began to glow in a faint light; the book opened by itself just as if it possessed personal will, and its pages quickly turned back and forth by themselves. The book’s golden glow gradually seemed to shine brighter and brighter, and it eventually woke you up. «What the-» you mumbled, confused, when you felt as if someone or something was harshly tugging at your soul and all of a sudden, you felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore. The book had closed once again, politely placing itself on your coffee table; the glowing had completely disappeared, and the golden stone returned to its original plain looking appearance. However, in what has always been your home, all traces of your presence seemed to have vanished altogether.

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Not That Dress (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Warnings: S M U T under the cut 

Requested: yes @the-knights-of-saint-gay said ‘I want some dick (personally I think Newt is the pounding type and the reader is moan-in-his-mouth-while-doing-missionary type’  lmao this request still got me SENT- hope you like it love 💕 

Summary: There’s a particular dress of yours that you know always drives your husband mad. You are having far too much fun teasing your husband but what will happen when you push him too far? Featuring shameless flirt!reader and very exasperated Newt on their honeymoon. 

A/N: this is straight UP sin ppls I know I know I wrote a lot of fluff in the lead up to the thing - but is anyone surprised by this point? I tried really hard to not make Newt too OOC and I kinda vibe this for him ngl. I stand by my previous statements that Newt is a Hufflepuff through and through - even in the bedroom.  Seriously I feel like I need some holy water IM SORRY. 

Words: 4611

Taglist: @moonkissk7     @just-an-auror

Newt knew he was in trouble the second you stepped out of the hotel room in that dress with a little sparkle in your eyes that told him you knew exactly what you were doing. 

He should have known you were plotting something the moment you told him to wait out in the hall and that you would be ready in a moment. You’d never had an issue with getting dressed in front of him before though Newt would always face the other way to give you privacy like a true gentleman. 

This was something you always teased him for, often draping yourself over his back and wrapping your arms around him from behind just to see him blush when he realised you were in nothing but your undergarments.

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“Y/N, would you get dressed? We’re going to be late”, he croaked out in a strained voice, feeling the warm blush travelling down his cheeks as you skimmed your hands over his chest with a soft hum. 

“Honey, we’re going to be wed in less than a month. I don’t think you have to look the other way when I’m getting changed anymore,” you chuckled as you pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, trailing your hand over his firm chest one last time before you stepped away from him. 

“I know but I wasn’t raised to be a Peeping Tom, darling.”

“Well you had no problems looking at me last night when w-“ 

“Y/N!” Newt cried out loudly and you could see the blush now working its way up the back of his neck.

“Oh please Newt how can you possibly be shy after all the things-“

“I’m NOT LISTENING! You’re trying to get a rise out of me and I’m NOT listening!” Newt called, clapping his hands over his ears and making a scene of humming loudly over your teasing. 

You smirked to yourself as you tugged on the one dress, the one article of clothing you knew he would protest you wearing, checking your reflection over with a proud smile before you twirled him around by his shoulders to face you. 

Newt’s eyes widened comically as he took you in and you caught the way his eyes dropped briefly to the neckline of the dress before he looked back up at you with his jaw agape “no no no no no. Absolutely not, anything but that.” he rambled shaking his head quickly. 

He paused when he saw you glaring at him with one hand cocked on your hip “excuse you Newton Scamander but since when did you start deciding what I can and can’t wear?” 

Newt actually let out a quiet whine then, looking at you with a pleading expression as he took your hands “I don’t and I can’t- I would never ever I am just begging you- not that dress. Not when we’re going to visit my parents.” 

You dropped your peeved facade immediately at his pleading, the smug smile returning to your lips “why not this dress? What’s so special about this dress?” You tried to play innocent and clueless but Newt was not having it as he gripped your hips in his hands with a little more vigor than he usually would.

“You know exactly what you little minx,” he said lowly as he pulled you in against him without warning and began to pepper the column of your neck with kisses causing you to squeal.

And you did know. You had knowingly Pavloved your sweet, oblivious boyfriend to react a certain way whenever he saw you in said dress. 

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The shared bathroom

Newt Scamander x fem!reader

Words: 5705

Summary: You met a stranger in the train to a little village in Italy and you're staying in the same pension, sharing a bathroom. Newt is very determined to have a bath together, will you follow his invitation?

Warnings: smut, what else?

Since many of you liked my Newt Scamander Fic Be my distraction so much. Here is something else you might enjoy!

There you finally were. Alone in a village somewhere in Northern Italy. A trip you did only for yourself, trying to find some kind of piece. The little pension you chosed had only a few rooms and most of them weren’t occupied, because you visited the villiage outside the summer’s season. But yet it was very warm for early May. The sun warmed your face and you smiled as you took down the sunglasses after you walked through the old wooden door. Behind a little desk an old man sat with a book in his hands. The book was so worn out that you were sure the man read it for the hundreth time.

„Good evening,“ you tried to say in italian and the man only raised an eyebrow at your solid attempt, but he nooded in greeting and laid his book aside.

„One room?“ he only asked and you nooded smiling.

„You booked?“

„Yes, on the name Y/L/N,“ you explained and the man handed you a single key.

„Breakfast at eight and dinner at seven.“

„Thank you,“ you simply said and shook your head grinning. That was an odd man, but you liked him somehow. He didn’t bother much with small talk, just straight buisness. It was exactly what you needed. No one was asking any kind of questions and nothing you had to answer.

You wanted to focus on yourself.

The room was one floor higher. Your backpack hung losely on your right shoulder when you fumbled the key into the key hole and you heard the deadbolt clicking. Slowly you opened the door and it smelled slightly of lemons and rosemarin. You liked the place already.

The large bed was perfect for long morning sleeps, because you decided you didn’t want to leave the bed ever again. The pillows were soft under your cheecks and you inhaled deeply the fresh cotton smell. You moaned satisfied and bunched the sheets between your legs, made yourself comfortable. Your eyes loosely closed you started to fell into a light sleep and only a loud knocking on a door waked you up a fourty minutes later.

„Who’s there?“ you mumbled frustrated, because someone decided to interrupt your peaceful existing.

„I’m the person you share your bathroom with.“ A male voice sounded muffled from behind the closed bathroom door. Your brain needed a few seconds to proceed what his words actually meant and then the word fuck slipped very harsh from your lips.

„That was a bad word. A lady shouldn’t curse, but when you say it… damn, can you talk to me again?“ The male voice commented your cursing and you were taken aback for a moment.

„Are you the kind of person who can go off from only hearing a voice?“ you shouted back and decided to be as bold as him.

„I didn’t know until I heard a single word out of your mouth.“ The prompt answer came, but you didn’t want to get deeper into the conversation. You just shook your head in disbelief and buried in your face back in the pillows.

„I’m Newt by the way,“ the man started talking again and you groaned in frustration. You didn’t want to talk.

„Why are you in my bathroom?“

You heard him chuckle and you liked the sound. „This our bathroom, sweetheart.“

„I appericiate that you informed me about that fact. When you’re done, just knock on the door twice.“

„You’re very welcome. Actually I wanted to ask if you want to join me for a hot bath. I bet you need to get rid off the sweat and dirt from your journey to this place.“

You stared with a hunging jaw at the door, sitting slighlty upright in the bed.

„Can I assume you are very naked behind the door?“ you asked with an undertone of amusement. You were shocked, confused and stunned at the same time. You liked when people were straight forward, but this man was definitely very confident and cheeky.

„Indeed, darlin’, and if you agree I expect from you the very same when you come to join me.“

„Who said I will join you? I don’t even know you. You could be some creepy old man who…“

He started laughing wholeheartedly. „I’m a good looking man in his best years.“

„Can still be old“, you argued and slided out of the bed. Barefoot you tapped over the cold tiles towards the door.

„Oh darlin’, you got curious right? I can hear you coming,“ he still laughed and you stopped in your tracks.

„Fuck“, you cursed for the second time and then there was a thud at the door.

„This is torture“, he mumbled and you titled your head.

„You’re torturing me with disturbing my sleep.“

„I beg for apology, mylady. Maybe I’ll give a good massage after the bath and you’ll relax until you sleep or maybe you won’t sleep at all afterwards.“

His words could mean anything and you frowned, because you were talking to a stranger through the bathroom door in your pensions room. You remained silent. After two or three minutes you heard him stepping away from the door and the water splashing when he entered the tub slowly.

„You know I offering you having a good time and all you do is playing the shy girl. I remember clearly that you weren’t so shy when you eye-fucked me in the train earlier.“

Your eyes widened. „What?“ you chocked quietly, but he still heard you.

„I’m the guy you couldn’t take your eyes off.“

Your knees got weak and you slit down to the floor. He was the young man you observed on the train ride to here. This handsome guy with light brown curls und the pretty hazel eyes. He sat two rows away from you, but backwards. So you had a good view on him. His long legs had been crossed in front of him and the little smile he had on his lips drove your mind crazy. He was definitely your type and your thoughts had began to imagine the things he could to you. Especially when his tongue had darted out to wet his lips.

You had felt attracted him and now he was naked in the tub behind the closed door you were leaning against.

„I couldn’t take my eyes off you either,” he confessed and you knew he was smiling.

„Now you know I’m not an creepy old man. I’m twenty-nine to be honest and I think you’re not much older than me.“

You gulped and your throat felt dry. You needed a glass of water, but you didn’t have any left in your bottle and the only other source of water was in the bathroom.

The thoughts of seeing him were really tempting and you already saw him, but just not naked. But he was sitting in the tub, probably with foam, so techincally you wouldn’t see anything.

You exhaled slowly and braced yourself on the floor to get up on shaking legs. The whole situation made you very nervous, but also curious and you wanted to know where all his words would lead you.

Without a warning you twisted the door knob und you were surprised for a second that it wasn’t locked, so you knew his invitation was honest. You avoided eyecontact with Newt when you walked with hurried steps to the sink and grabbed a glass to fill with water. You gulped the water down until the glass was empty and you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down.

„Not so shy in the end“, Newt observed with a chuckle. Now or never was the time to look at him and you turned slowly around. There he was with a smug grin on his face.

„I never said I’m shy. I was just careful,“ you answered and your eyes watched fascinated the scene in front of you. You didn’t see all of him, the water ended underneath his chest and his knees and half of thighs and calves were visible as well. His hair was slightly wet, probably he ran his fingers through it.

„And again you’re torturing me,“ he whined a little.

„How exactly am I torturing you?“

„Your intense gaze. You look at me like you would own me. And yet you’re standing there… Why did you come in here? Well, you were thirsty, but you could have walked straight out of here after you drank.“

You titled your head and shrugged your shoulders. „You made me curious.“

„Why curious? You wanted to check if I’m really naked? I can stand up if you want,“ he suggested smoothly.

You didn’t answer, just stared at him and bit down on your lip nervously. Newt shook grinning his head and in one swift motion he stood on his feet still in the tub.

„Satisfied?“ he asked with his hands stretched out. Your breath increased when your eyes wandered along his body, he was slim with firm muscles. What you saw was much to your delight and you walked closer to him.

„Your naked body is very pleasant, but simple things like that can’t satisfy me for long.“

You needed to look up at him, because he was much taller standing in the tub.

„I bet it wouldn’t, but thank you for the compliment. What now, darlin’? You saw me, it would be only fair if I could see you too. What do you say?“

You look down on you. Skirt and a light blouse were your only clothing. Newt was right that it would be only fair. He waited for your answer and you were sure if you said no, then he would accept your rejection and you two would go on with your lives. While you thought about his suggestion he glided back in the warm water and let out a pleased groan.

„You know the water has the right temperature. Come in here with me and I promise I won’t look until you‘re fully seated.“

You frowned and hestitated for a moment. What were you doing here? Yes, you liked Newt and he was handsome and tempting and a few other things you could think of, but normally you hadn’t much courage to do random hook ups. When you were honest you never did anything like this before. You had a relationship before and a good and healthy experience in sex, but you knew that Newt wanted you for your body in the first place. He wanted to have his way with you and you weren’t reluctant to sleep with him.

„You think too much,“ he stated with closed eyes. „It isn’t wrong to give in when you want something. I already imagined how you would look naked. Here with me in the water, in my bed or your bed, on top of me and underneath me. Yes, I want to fuck you rough or love you slowly and sensually. I’m up to what you’re up to. And I’m not shy to confess that I imagined having you in my lap, seated warm und tight around my cock… you know… earlier in the train.“

Those words were all you needed to get rid off of your nervousness and you fumbled with the button of your skirt, finally opened it you pulled the fabric down your legs and his green eyes followed your movements.

„You’re straight forward and I like that, but you talk too much,“ you replied and his eyes sparkled with mischievousness.

„Well, I’m sure you can think of a way to change this.“

You bent over him with your hand braced behind his shoulder on the edge of the tub. He was still smiling and your eyes lingered for a few seconds on his perfect lips. You laid your other on his right side of the jaw and pushing his head slighly back. His lips parted and you felt his hot breath on your cheeks.

You pressed your mouth onto his and the both of you stayed like that for a few breaths. But both of you wanted more, you wanted to taste each other and get closer.

Newt made the next move and his hands grabbed your waist. „Let me help you and get in here finally. I need you closer, darlin’,“ he mumbled against your lips and you parted for the act of climbing in the tub. Laying yourself on top of him, your legs on his sides, the water splashing over the edge and wetting the floor. It happened so fast, because the both of you were determined to kiss again.

This time Nwet searched for your lips and it was desperate and passionately. He opened his mouth, just to mold against yours. Your hands tangled in his hair and you tucked slightly on the strains. He moaned quietly. You were glad that he enjoyed the kissing as much as you did.

Newt’s hands grabbed the hem of your blouse which was now soaking wet and tried to pull it off your body. Both of you broke the kiss again, but it was like a drug, you couldn’t stop tasting each other.

His lips found their way to your throat where he sucked light purple marks on your skin.

“Well, this wasn’t what I imagined taking a bath with you. I thought it’ll be all slower, but you’re eager. I want to kiss every inch of your body, but first let me see you.”

You whined when his hands pushed you back on your ribcage and at the same time you felt thrilled when his eyes roamed your naked form.

“Satisfied?” you mocked him with a grin and he looked at your face.

“You have no idea,” he muttered and then his lips kissed your collarbone, his tongue darted out to lick the waterdrops off your skin, and his hands started to explore the soft flesh of your breasts.

“Oh fuck,” you said when his mouth closed around one of your nipples.

You were lost. Nothing felt more right in this moment than his hands and lips on your body. You didn’t think that you would see him again after you exited the train three hours ago. You went to explore the village and you lost him out of your sight. But you had watched him sitting in the train. You had imagined the things he could do to you or the things you would like to do to him. You never had felt yourself so drawn to anyone in your life before.

“Newt, don’t stop. It feels so good,” you mumbled in his hair while he didn’t stop savouring your breasts.

“It sounds so perfect when you say my name,” he replied quietly. “But, what’s yours?”

You opened your eyes and looked at the wall behind him. The blood rushed to your face and you realized how impolite you were.

“It’s Y/N, that’s my name. You can say it too, if you like.”

He chuckled and looked up at you. “That’s a perfect name to moan.”

Cheeky boy, you thought and pulled him into another kiss.

You were very aware of the erection that pressed to the fabric of your panties. No wonder he got aroused with all the touching the both of you had been doing the past minutes.

“Maybe we should start washing ourselves so that we can continue our buisness elsewhere. I’m not very interested in fucking you in the bathtub. I don’t want you to get hurt,”Newt suggested with a grin and you nodded in agreement.

You reached for the washcloth laying behind him on a little table and dipped it in the water while Newt handed you the soap with scent of vanilla.

“Alright, can I wash your front first and then you will do mine?”

“Or maybe I begin… I can’t wait to touch them again,” he replied and engulfed your breasts in his hands. You giggled when he pretended to weight them and moaned when his thumbs caressed your nipples.

“I thought you wanted to get clean, but only dirty thoughts in your mind,” you remarked smiling.

“Oh, you have no idea what dirty things I want to do with you.” He kissed you passionately and you nearly forgot that you agreed not to have sex in the tub. You pulled away from his mouth and pressed him back with a hand on his chest.

“I’ll be quick with washing you, but you have to be patient for now.”

Newt pouted playfully. “Do I get a reward if I’m behaving?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, but he just looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Fine, if you’re a good you’ll get a reward, you can choose.”

“How generous of you. Well, I know exactly what I want once we’re done,” he explained and his right hand was touching your mound. You gasped when he put a little bit of pressure on your folds. Two of his fingers began to move in circles causing pleasure in your most intimate area. You closed your eyes and let your head fall back what he took as an oppurtunity to attack your throat with kisses again.

Your cursed and the sound of your voice was probably his new favorite thing, because he rubbed you a bit faster.

“So straight to buisness, right?” you commented his actions. He chuckled quietly and shook his head.

“No, I won’t just put my cock in your pussy and pound in you until I’m done. I will make you sure you’re quivering mess and than I will take my claim on you.”

“Is that a promise?”

“You can count on that,” he said and winked at you. His fingers disappeared from your sex and he placed his hands firmly on your thighs. “Now if you please wash me that I can finally put my mouth to a good use, because apperantly a young lady complained I’m talking to much.”

You laughed at his words and you did as you were told.

Your plans in quick washing each other encountered in a heavy make out session and some other actions like you leaning over the edge of the tub and his hand between your legs. You lost your panties along the way and Newt was massaging your pussy with just the right pressure.

“That wasn’t the plan, Newt. Look on the mess we made on the floor. There is more water than inside here. I thought you wanted to be good and get a reward?”

You scolded him with a serious look on your face, but yet your voice was amused.

“Oh, don’t worry, darlin’, we’ll get there, but like this I can finally feel how wet you’re for me. God, Y/N, you’re soaking,” he answered in a lower voice and his fingers spreaded the wetness between your folds when he went further down to dip his digits into your entrance.

“Oh please,” you moaned and tried to ignore the fact that his erection was pressing against your butt cheeks. All of his touches increased your arousement and you were sure that if he would continue to fuck you with his fingers and play with your clit again, it wouldn’t take long to have your first of hopefully many orgasms tonight.

You heard Newt chuckling at your ear and he bit playfully in your earlobe.

“Please what? Do you want my fingers or my cock? Are you already so desperate for me? You know me a few hours, but you alreday can’t get enough of my touch.” He didn’t waste time in teasing you any longer and you felt his fingers pushing inside you. Your walls clenched slightly around them.

“You’re tight,” he groaned. “I bet you’ll feel gorgeous around my cock.”

“Fuck, Newt, I want it all. I don’t care how long I know you. I just want you to fill my pussy and make me come as many times as you can. Please, move your fingers. Fuck me with them.”

“I like when you beg for more. But like I said I won’t fuck you in the tub.”

The stopper holding the water in the tub was long gone and your knees began to hurt from kneeling on the hard surface. But you didn’t care in the moment, because his fingers worked magic and you were moaning with every push of them inside you. Newt hit the right spots and the familiar feeling of a rising orgasm started rising in your lower body. You could imagine to cum like this but you wanted to be with him in your warm and soft bed. Eventually you decided to tell him to stop.

“You’re right. Let’s get ouf of here and on my bed. You promised me that you want to talk less and put your mouth to a better use.”

“Yes, I did say that.”

You whined when he pulled his fingers out of your pussy and it clammed down on nothing. He rubbed your back soothingly and kissed the back of your head. You wondered that he was so affectionate towards you, but you didn’t mind it at all. You felt comfortable around him and that was all that mattered.

It took you a few minutes until you were back in your room, this time with Newt on top of you in your bed. His tongue was entangled with yours and you could only imagine what it would feel like licking your folds. While he had rubbed your body with a soft towel, he had whispered in your ears what he wanted to do with you when the two of you would be in your bed. You didn’t expect that he could be so filthy, but yet here you were. His body trapped between your legs, his hard cock pressed against your wet mound, the delicious friction causing your hips to buck against him.

You threw your head back to catch some air and his hot mouth sucked on your throat.

“Please, Newt, I need…,” you tried to say, but the words died in a moan when the tip of his cock bumped accidently into your entrance and sunk maybe one or two inches inside of you.

“Fuck, oh, I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to,” Newt mumbled above you as he shifted further down with the intention to pull away from you, but only causing to sink his cock deeper in your welcoming pussy.

“Oh, you’re tight, fuck, so good,” he groaned and tried to not to move any further. Newt looked at your face and wachted your brows drawn together, your lips slightly parted as you breathed fast.

“You feel good too inside me, Newt,” you replied opening your eyes and starred directly into his hazel orbs. He held his weigth on his forearms and your faces were only inches away from each other.

“Give me a moment and I will pull out. I promised you something, but I need to calm down first. You’re so wet and warm around me. Fuck… I… Y/N, I want to fill you with my cock so bad.”

You raised your hand to caress his cheek and your thumb traced his lower lip.

“I want it, please, don’t hold back. You can lick me with your tongue later. Now I just want to feel your cock. I think I’m ready for you,” you explained to Newt and his eyes searched your features for any kind of insecurity or worry, but you pulled him down into a searing kiss.

That was all it took to give into this pure bliss of feeling your velvet walls stretching around his cock. He sunk deeper into you until he was fully seated. It felt so naturally, like coming home.

“That’s it,” Newt breathed against your neck and your hands grabbed his shoulders for some support. “How are you feeling? Good? Does anything hurt?”

You shook your head.

“I need words, Y/N,” he chuckled before he kissed you shortly. You started to listen to your body, but you were comfortable and relaxed, his cock felt amazing being so deep inside of you.

“I’m good… it’s… I didn’t know it could feel so different,” you tried to explain, but Newt frowned while hearing your answer.

“What do you mean? What is different?” he asked perplexed.

You bit your lower lip and shrugged your shoulders. You couldn’t really explain the feeling he caused in your body. You had sex before, but it felt never like this. You liked how his body were pressed against yours, the two of you fitted perfectly together. It was like you were made for each other.

You shook your head and smiled at him.

“Not important, Newt,” you whispered and you moved your pelvis experimentally. His moan was enough confirmation that he still was on board to continue with what the both of you have started.

“Okay, you’re making it really difficult to hold back.”

Newt looked apologozing at you, but you just nodded.

“It’s alright, you can move. Please, I want it. I want to feel your cock fill me over and over again. Please…”

You whimpered when he pulled his cock out of you, but you cried out as he thrusted right back in and he didn’t go slow. His movements were precise and you angled your hips slightly to meet him with every thrust.

He slipped further into you while you moved and huffed out another groan. Newt bent over you, pressing his lips to yours and sliding his hands under your knees, lifting your legs and hooking them over his hips.

Newt slided his palms back down, he cupped your cheeks in both hands and used them as leverage to pound faster in your pussy. You mewled when he hit your cervix and you interwhined your fingers behind his neck.

“You’re so wet for me. Is this all for me?”

You tried to look at him despite your body sang with pleasure that he caused inside of you.

“Yes, Newt, only you did this to me. I think I am close.”

Your walls massaged his cock, it was like you sucked him in. A sweet torture that incresed his arousement and he knew he would burst within seconds if he kept this pace up. He wanted to slow down and catching his breath for a few minutes, but you weren’t in the mood for a break on your way to your high.

“Please… I need you… I’m so close… make me come, Newt. Only you can do it,” you begged him and watched him with teary eyes. The pleasure was overwhelming.

His thrusts became more urgent and you pressed into him firmly, wanting him to burry himself into you over and over again.

“Fuck… you’re so tight. You drive me insane,” he replied moaning.

By the sounds of your moans, Newt knew that you were getting close to your first orgasm and he was getting so close himself.

Your legs began to shiver and your walls were tightening around him as you came hard.

“Oh Newt,” you panted when you nearly blacked out from the hot pleasure running through your body.

“Cum inside me. Fill me up with your seed, I want to feel it,” you moaned, knowing it was a terrible idea but you didn’t want him to pull out at this point. You wanted everything of him.

“Yes, anything you want, darlin’,” Newt grunted and thrusted a few more times into your quivering core until he spilled his hot cum deep inside your pussy.

Your clenching walls milked every drop out of him. You felt shot after shot of his seed coating your insides and the warmth inside of your core was almost overwhelming. It felt surreal and highly pleasurable.

After he came, Newt’s thrusts were growing slower until they stopped and he laid down on top of you, completely exhausted, but with a lazy smile on his full lips.

You both were slowly catching your breaths, his face was laying in the sweaty valley between your breasts and you combed with your fingers through the wavy strands of his hair.

“That was incredible,” Newt huffed out and his hand caressed your right breast, pinching your nipple playfully.

You gasped on the slight pain, but Newt eased it with gentle fingers caressing your heated skin. Your hand tucked om his hair when his lips started a journey up your body to claim your mouth in a lazy kiss. His tongue demanded entry and you allowed it him gladly. Your body responded to the new feelings he caused with showing you his desire for you and you knew he was definitely up for round two.

“I can’t get enough of you, my love. I confess I was sceptical at first if your idea of role-plays was so good,” Newt mumbled against your neck when he started to move his pelvis back and forth in slowly thrusts. A moan slipped out of your mouth, because the anticipation of him fucking you again, knowing this time you would climax quicker and he would be much rougher.

“But you always know how to make sex more thrilling.”

His panting became harsher when he picked up the pace and nuzzled his face under your chin.

“Oh god, Newt, take me, harder, baby,” you demanded and he followed your wish. Newt grunted with every stroke, clearly enjoying himself as much as you did as his hips were slapping against you.

“Oh yes... yes Newt, right there,” you squealed, he clearly found your g-spot and now he was hitting this poimt repeatedly, and you soon felt the familiar sensations of ecstasy building in your core.

Increasing the tempo Newt began vigorously pounding you, his rigid pole splitting your dripping slit open as he fucked you relentlessly. Your hands gripped onto his hair, knuckles white, your climax growing rapidly which is when you felt the band snapping in ypir belly.

The both of you reached your highs at the same time and he muffled his groans in the crook of your neck. Your orgasms had been even more intense than before.

“What the hell of a ride,” you huffed out and you felt Newt’s cock soften.

“Did you enjoy our role-play? Did I do good job?” Newt asked with a raspy voice while he carefully pulled his cock out of your pussy, followed by leaking oit of your mixed juices. He fascinated watched his cum oozing on the sheets.

“Yes, you did it good, baby,” you chuckled when a smile spreaded on his lips and looked very pleased with himself.

“Do I get my reward now? I have beem very good,” Newt exclaimed and laughed now at his cute demeanor.

“You were an awesome actor, and nothing of it was scripted. All improvised.”

“I’m a natural talent,” Newt replied chuckling too. “In many ways.”

You shook your head still laughing whem Newt shifted further down on you and made himself comfortable on his belly between your legs. Newt wanted to keep his promise of making you a quivering mess and begging him for release. Going down on you was one his favorite things to do. You held still all the cards, you called the shots, he wouldn’t do anything you weren’t comfortable with and yet he would give in to every single one of your demands. He loved you, adored you and wanted you more than you could imagine.

That was why he agreed to live your fantasy out of having sex with a stranger. He came up with the idea of doing it when the both of you were on your vacation here in Italy. You travalled seperated on purpose in the train and he really got excited himself when you had exchanged glances.

He remembered the thrilling feeling that had cralled up his spine when he now watched you biting your lower lip and arching your back a little as he teased your outer folds with the tip of his tongue.

“Do you want it? Making you come with my mouth again.”

“You talk too much,” you responded harsh and Newt engulfed your pussy in his mouth as an answer. His tongue flipped upwards to lick your clit with the right pressure and you were in heaven.

Newt started moaning with pleasure at your sweet taste as he continued his assault on your little nub. His hands massaged your thighs but soon wandered up to fondle the soft flesh of your breasts and rolling your nipple between his fingers. The immense pleasure caused to rub your pelvis against his face, and he slipped his tongue finally in your opening, so you could fuck yourself on the wet muscle. His tongue went deeper inside of you, he explored the place where he already had spent hours of pleasuring you, and then licked up your slit to your swollen clit and back inside you. Newt repeated this motion a few times until he sensed thar you were going close to your third orgasm, and he will gladly gave you the release you crave.

“Oh god, Newt…there is…oh god…,” you barely managed to say as you began to buck wildly against him.

“Just let go, love, I’ve got you,” he told you and with the assurance you came again, not as hard as orgasmed before, but not less intense.

“Fuck, I’m done, stop, Newt. I’m feeling too sensitive now,” you said while your legs were still shaking and Newt gave you a kiss on your inner tigh.

“We are gonna do this definitely again,” he replied with excitement and you nodded smiling. You had loved every second of your little game, but now it was time for some rest. The puddle of water on the bathroom floor completely forgotten, Newt noticed when he walked barefoot through it to get the wash cloth. He would clean up the mess latee, now he nedded to take care of you.

After your love making Newt cleaned you up from all the sweat and your mixed juices between your legs. You were clearly exhausted, but you couldn’t sleep, so just listened to breathing and steady heartbeat of the man you loved.