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I Like Your Accent

Author’s note: This isn’t a repost. My account got deleted and I am slowly rebuilding. Click here to read more about what happened.

Warning: The following story contains fucking hardcore smut, you pervert.

“Newt!” A grin split your face as you spotted your favorite former-runner walk across the field. You and he had grown close in the short time you had been in the Glade. He had always been there guiding you and protecting you, even though you didn’t really need it. But lately, things had started to change. Newt had closed in on himself, building walls between the two of you. Today proved to be no different.

Newt looked up at you, immediately averted his gaze, clenched his jaw, and then began to stride purposefully into the opposite direct.

“What the hell,” you murmured, “Why the hell is he doing this?” The bubble of anger that had gathered in you began to bubble to the surface, and the longer you stared at his retreating back, the more anger you felt. Before you realized what you were doing, you were sprinting after the son of a bitch. To be honest, you weren’t in tip top shape and couldn’t run quite far at a sprint. There was a reason you weren’t a runner. At last, when you thought you could take no more, Newt slowed, turned, and jogged into the map room. You followed behind him without a noise, slamming the door shut and locking it behind you purposefully.

Newt turned, void of any expression whatsoever. It made you want to punch him. “What do you want?”

Without a word, you strode up to him. “I hate you.” You stated, shoving him in the chest. Your hand met muscular tissue, solid as rock. You did the best of your ability to ignore it. “I hate you.” And you shoved him again. You went on repeating this stupid mantra until you had Newt backed up against the wall. The two of you were face to face, and you were close enough to be able to look deep into his dark eyes. His fair boyish hair had begun to dip into his eyes, and it took all of your will power not to brush it away. Tears had begun to brim in your eyes, caused by the realization of just how much you had missed him and his quirky smile and stupid jokes. And his accent. Oh, that stupid, absolutely attractive accent. You forced the tears down, raising your arm once again. “I hate you.” This time, your hand didn’t connect. Instead, Newt raised his own hand, his long fingers circling around your wrist and effectively holding it in place. It was then that you broke apart. Tears poured out of your eyes, leaving ugly trails down your cheeks.  “I hate you,” you whispered, choking on silent sobs. You wrenched your hand free from his grasp, using it again to pound at his chest. “I hate that you act as if I’m not even here. I hate that you ignore me every day. I hate that you do your best to avoid me whenever you can without even giving me a reason why.” With every word you said, the more and more you cried. Your vision was blurry and your hands were starting to hurt from hitting Newt so many times. Worse yet, Newt hadn’t even said anything. He took every single blow in silence, his eyes searching yours.

Suddenly, Newt spun you so that his arm pressed you back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you in place as you struggled to compose yourself as dry sobs wracked your body.

Newt tilted his head forward slightly, his lips brushing the tip of your ear. “Do you know why?” He whispered, his light breath rustling the hair by your ear.

“Does it look like I fucking know?”

Newt ignored your poisonous sarcasm. “Do you really want to know why? Do you know what you do to me?” He asked through gritted teeth. “Do you know how much I care about you, how much I-” Newt took a breath “How much I want you? Do you know how much willpower it takes for me not to walk up to you every day and rip your shucking clothes off?”

A shaky breath escaped from your throat. “What’s stopping you?” You reached back, gently pulling his head further down from your ear to your neck. “What’s to say that I didn’t want that too, hm?”

Newt groaned a little, the small breath tickling the hollow of your throat and making you shiver. In one quick movement, he spun you around and pressed you against the wall. The cold stone was a stark contrast to your rising temperature. You looked up into his dark eyes, watched the rise and fall of his chest with quick, aroused breaths. His hair was completely in his eyes now, throwing shadows over his face and making him look- godly. You were calm now, all signs of the broken mess you were gone. “I want you to fuck me.”

A muscle in Newt’s jaw tensed, and he slammed both hands against the wall next to your head. His eyes darkened even more. “You have no idea what you do to me- what I’ll do to you.”

You placed both of your hands on his chest, gripping the thin fabric covering his chest. “Then fuck-” You leaned in “-me. Now.”

It was all the confirmation he need. With a dark groan, Newt crashed his lips against yours roughly, biting and nipping whenever he could. His hands slid down your body, resting on your ass and giving it a tight squeeze before traveling back up and under your shirt. A small warmth began to burn in the pit of your stomach. It was comfortable at first, even pleasurable. But it grew. The rhythmic push of his lips against yours became too little for you. You wanted more. Your hand slid down to Newt’s pants, stroking his erection through the fabric. “Newt, please,” you gasped, “Get rid of the fire. Please.”

Newt smiled against your lips and ripped your shirt and bra off with ease, as if he had done this before and often prior to being put in the maze. Immediately, his hands went to fondle and play with your breasts. Newt stopped kissing you, only to let his lips trail down to the hollow of your throat and begin suckling gently there.

“Newt, please,” You moaned, your voice dripping with want.

“I love when you say my name like that,” He murmured, his voice rough. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

Newt made quick work of the rest of the clothes you were wearing as you pulled his pants off. He turned you again, pushing your naked front up against the cool rock of the wall. His warm hands slid up and down your waist, slowly dancing closer and closer to where you wanted him. A small whimper slipped out of your mouth. Newt smirked. Finally, his hand reached your core, which was dripping with need. He stroked it once lightly, chuckling darkly as he brought the wet finger back to his mouth and licked it clean. “You’re so wet, (Y/N). Is this all because of me?” Again he stroked your slit, allowing his finger to dip in teasingly before he pulled it back to his lips.

You moaned. “Please.”

“Please what?” Newt had positioned himself at your pulsing center and it took every ounce of control in you not to ram yourself against him.

“Oh my god, Newt, please fuck me!”

Without warning, Newt forced himself deep into you, the pleasure you felt immediate. He was not at all gentle, not even giving you a moment to adjust to his size- and he was big. He sunk himself deep into you, pulling almost all the way out, and then sinking in hilt deep yet again. You tried hard to be quiet, but the moans seemed to slip uncontrollably out of you, increasing in volume each time Newt buried his cock deep inside of you. Your hand traveled down in between your legs to touch yourself, but Newt grabbed it and pinned it above your head against the wall. He leaned in by your ear, biting down- hard. “I’m going to make you come, (Y/N), don’t even think about touching yourself.”

“Please,” you moaned. “Faster, harder- please.”

Newt complied, driving in and out of you at a near incomprehensible speed. Grunts began to escape from his mouth, and it turned you on even more. As Newt pounded into to you, the wet slaps of skin against skin filled the room. One of his hands grabbed on to your hip and guided you against him. You began to move a little slowly by yourself, understanding what he wanted you to do. Your movements were clumsy, but it increased the pleasure tenfold. Newt let out a loud moan of appreciation as your hips met his. His cock slid in and out of you at an inhuman pace, the pleasure building deep within your stomach. The hand that wasn’t pinning your wrists above your head pulled you closer against him and suddenly, he was able to hit an entirely new angle deep within you. You screamed loudly in pleasure, dark spots dancing across your vision. “More! PLEASE!” You screamed, your head falling back against Newt’s chest as he increased his speed even more, hitting the spot within you with each thrust. He pounded into you almost animalistically, forcing you to scream again and again in intense pleasure. Every thrust brought you closer in closer to the edge, and you could feel yourself beginning to fall. “Oh god, oh god, OH GOD!” Your vision exploded into white, pure pleasure rolling in waves throughout your entire body. The coil within your stomach had unraveled with force, your orgasm breaking through every wall in you. As you descended down from your high, you became aware of the fact that Newt still continued to pound into you, his face tight in concentration. He was fighting to hold his own climax back, wanting to make you come once more.  

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” He moaned, his accent roughening. “You’re so beautiful.” Sweat dripped off of him, his body glistening in the dimly lit room. The hand that had been holding you against him traveled down to your clit and he began to rub small circles. Again you could feel the pleasure building up in you again, less than three seconds after your last orgasm. He pushed himself deep within you, rubbing your swollen clit with force as he thrust into you. His moans were increasing in volume, turning you on even more even though you were still sensitive. His head fell to your neck, his jaw and nose brushing the sensitive skin their gently. His mouth fell open and his deep breaths of pleasure fanned out across your skin. “Say my name,” he whispered, his voice nearly inaudible. “Say my name.” He continued to pound into you, whispering your name in pleasure. “(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N),” he groaned his broken mantra.

You closed your eyes. “I hate you,” you whispered, even as he repeated your name again and again. “I hate you, I hate you.” The fire continued to build, and with a powerful thrust into you, you fell apart into pure white bliss. “Newt.” His name fell from your lips in whisper of a breath, but it was enough.

Newt came with a loud groan, riding out his orgasm loosely in you.

As you sunk down from yet another high, your legs gave out from under you. Newt caught you in his arms, holding you against his chest tightly.

With a content sigh, you leaned back against him. You were both sweaty and the room smelled of sex. A small giggle bubbled out of your mouth. “We’ve tainted it. We’ve tainted the room”

Newt pulled out, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit empty. He chuckled, leaning back against the wall. “I wouldn’t mind tainting it a few more times.”

You turned so you were facing his chest and placed a few light kisses along his prominent collar bones.

Newt hummed contentedly, his chest vibrating with the sound as he stroked your hair lightly. “You’re addicting. You’re also too beautiful for your own good.”

You smiled. “I like your accent.”

Newt laughed, the rich sound filling the room. You couldn’t help but laugh along with him. He was beautiful when he smiled, and you felt as if you had shared deep moment with him.

“Promise you won’t ignore me anymore?”

Newt smiled again. “How could I?”

You nodded. “Don’t leave me, okay?”

“I won’t. Ever. I promise.”

And so you lived in bliss.

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I Like You Better When You’re Fucking Me

The popularly requested continuation of “Until Next Time”, a Newt x Reader smut is here! Again, don’t pretend you’re in this for the plot. I know what you’re up to. As always, my request box is open. For everyone who has requested, I am working on it! I love you, my perverts! My familial problems have been somewhat resolved, so look forward to more nasty writings! 

Newt x Reader Explicit (obviously smut)

Word Count: 2,976

Sunlight spilled into the room and spilled onto your face, forcing you to squint against the warm light as you slowly came to consciousness. Warm, strong arms wrapped around your waist and your back was pressed against someone’s muscled chest. For a second, you were completely confused. You shot up in the bed, yanking free of whoever had a hold on you.

The first things that your eyes landed on were the drawings and diagrams all over the floor. Chicken scrawl covered the pages, pens were scattered all over the ground. The entire scene, though messy, was incredible comforting.

You relaxed, instantly remembering everything that had happened the last night. A warm feeling of happiness washed through your body. Newt was yours again. You were his.

“You alright, (y/n)?” Newt sat up slowly and cautiously, as if he thought any fast movements would scare you away.

You turned to face him. “I love you.”

Instantly, all of the worry drained from his face and the same expression of happiness on your face took over his. “I’m glad,” was all he said. “It would’ve been awkward if it was just me.”

You laughed, the feeling coming as a surprise because you hadn’t done so in so long. Newt wrapped his arms around you once more. You wanted to stay here, safe and happy, but it wasn’t something that was possible in the maze. “We have jobs to do,” you murmured quietly into Newt’s neck.

“I know. Just…just stay here for a little while.” Newt’s hold on you tightened ever so slightly, his voice breaking. “Please.”

You melted against him, your resolve disappearing with his soft words. “Okay.”

 The two of you finally left Newt’s room after breakfast, and everyone knew what had happened.

Minho, your closest friend in the Glade, was not afraid to call you out on it. You jogged towards the doors of the Maze next to him in silence, waiting for him to make a snarky remark.

“Shuck, (y/n), next time, could you be a bit quieter? I could’ve lived a happy life without hearing you and limpy boy bumping nasties all night. I definitely could have done without the screams.” Minho shot you a grin over his shoulder.

You shook your head. “I hope a griever stings ya, Minho, It’d be a long time coming.”

Minho laughed raucously. “At least you still got something in you after last night. From all of the noises we heard, we weren’t sure you’d be able to walk today.” He shuddered. “It was actually traumatizing. Please, and I mean this in the least disrespectful way, be a little bit quieter. Chuck has been buggin’ us with questions all day about why you were screaming bloody murder last night and we’ve all been making up dumpy ass lies. Hell, I had to use the “wrestling” metaphor. He’s getting suspicious, and none of us want to give him the talk, you know?’

Red rushed straight to your cheeks. “Chuck heard?” You manage to squeak.

Minho shook his head. “Everyone heard.” He patted you on the back reassuringly. “Don’t worry though, it sounded like you were satisfied.” You glanced over at Minho in time to see the smile on his face drop a bit. “Does Newt really think that I was trying to, you know, get you?” The teasing tone had completely left his voice, and he sounded almost vulnerable. “I mean he and Thomas are my best friends and I don’t—I don’t want him thinking that. He should know.”

You bit your lip and shook your head. “I think he was just angry that I ended it with him and placed all the blame on him.” To be honest, you didn’t exactly know what Newt thought. But you trusted in his friendship with Minho and Thomas.

Minho nodded. “I hope so.” The mocking smile returned to his face. “Race you, shuck-face!”

 “Get ‘im, Minnie!” You screamed with laughter as Minho circled Gally in the center of the ring. He hopped from foot to foot comically, adding in the occasional grunt. Newt laughed from beside you.

“What a bloody idiot,” he muttered, but it sounded slightly strained. You realized that though the two of you had technically “made up”, there was still tension in between the two of you. However, you didn’t think that right now would be a good time to resolve it. It was a night of celebration; you didn’t want to ruin that. So you ignored it. That turned out to have been your worst decision of the night. Though, you wouldn’t know that until later.

“Minho, what is it?” Minho had pulled you to the side, away from the other gladers.

Minho looked distraught. It wasn’t a look you were used to seeing on him. “I think Newt is still angry with me, (y/n). I-I don’t want the stupid shank to think that about me. I would never be stupid enough to betray him like that. Has he-has he said anything to you? (Y/N), you and him are two of my closest friends. Just…fuck. I don’t know, (y/n).”

“Hey, hey, hey,” you said, pulling him in for a hug. “Don’t worry about it, alright, Minnie?”

“What the fuck?!” Newt grabbed you and pulled you out of Minho’s grasp. “I saw the two of you leave together on your own, and this is what I shucking find?”

Minho raised his arms in defense, an arm out to keep Newt at bay. “Newt, calm down. This isn’t what it looks like, shuck-face.”

Just as Newt opened his mouth to protest, you slapped you hand over his mouth. “Minho, leave right now. Let me handle this.”

Minho shook his head. “No way, I can-”

You cut him off. “No. You’ve got to trust me, Minho. He’s my boyfriend. This is our problem.”

Minho closed his mouth, but he still wavered. You shot him a meaningful look and waved your hand to the side. With a small sigh and a warning glare at Newt, he stalked away.

“Explain what the fuck I just saw. Fuck, (y/n), this is what I was afraid of. Maybe getting back together was a mistake, because you obviously don’t have the same view of our relationship as I do.”

His words stung like a slap in the face. Tears burned at the back of your eyes, but you refused t let him see you cry. “You stupid ass-crack of a human fucking being,” you spat, your fingernails digging into the skin of your palms. “This is why I broke up with you! You can’t fucking trust me! I told you I love you, Newt! Why can’t you ever, just once, trust me!”

“Trust you on what, (y/n)? Bloody hell, the two of you left together to go to a dark corner, and when I follow you, I find that you have your hands all over him! What the fuck is left to trust! Maybe I should walk in on you sucking dick next time!”

The tears wouldn’t stay back this time, despite your greatest efforts. “Is that what you really think of me?” Salty trails slid down your face but you refused to acknowledge them. “You think that I’m capable of such a betrayal, is that what you really think of me?” Your voice cracked as you spoke. You hated sounding so weak. You weren’t going to be weak. That wasn’t you. “You want to know why my hands were all over Minho, Newt? You want to know why?” You smirked, venom in your veins. “Because he is so much hotter than you, Newt. Because I know he can fuck me until I forget my name. Because I know that he can take care of me and make me feel like I’m wanted; he can fuck me so much harder than you ever could, Newt. I want him, Newt. More than I want you.”

Newt’s jaw clenched tightly. Before you could react, he had you pinned against a wall. The cold plaster seeped through your clothing, all the way to your spine. You shivered, shaking in Newt’s grasp. He loomed over you, dark and handsome. His bronze hair fell over his eyes, barely covering the lust filled hazel orbs.

You dug your fingers into his soft hair, clenching fistfuls. You yanked him close, your lips just barely at his ear. Your teeth grazed the sensitive skin, perverse glee shooting through you as you heard him groan underneath his breath.  The corner of your lip curled in satisfaction. “Why don’t you prove to me that you can fuck me harder than he can, hm, Newt?”

Newt slammed your hips against the wall, his strong arms rippling with muscle as he held you in place.

A small cry escaped your lips as your hands fell from his hair and were immediately pinned above your head. Newt didn’t bother to slip your clothing off gently. Instead, he ripped it off with his hand as he attacked your jaw and neck with hot, desperate kisses. You watched, through half-lidded eyes, as each article of your clothing, ripped to shreds, was tossed haphazardly away. The cool night air hit your body immediately, goosebumps erupting on the bare surface of your skin. Newt’s mouth found purchase at your sweet spot on your neck, forcing you to let out a loud moan. Small shivers of pleasure shot through your body as you trembled against Newt.

Newt pressed his hips against yours roughly, forcing you completely against the wall. His chest rose and fell with quick aroused breaths, breath hot on your lips. “If you make another shucking sound, I’ll stop. Don’t moan unless I say you can, don’t come until I say you can.”

You nodded silently, not wanting him to stop the pleasure.

“Answer me with ‘yes, sir’.”

“Yes, sir,” You managed to gasp, warmth growing in the pit of your stomach.

Newt slid his trousers off with one hand, revealing himself. He was hard for you, and you wanted him. Newt placed himself at your core, sliding the head of his cock up and down between your folds. You quaked against the wall, shivering and dripping in desperation for him. Newt smirked, aware of his effect on you. He dipped the tip in, just barely, before pulling back out and teasing your clit, rubbing small circles.

“P-Please, Newt….oh god…sir, please.” You were unable to form coherent words, too immersed in Newt’s torturous teasing to think clearly.

“Please what?” Newt cocked his head slightly. His teeth flashed devilishly as he sunk in once more, this time an inch deep.

You moaned involuntarily. “Please fuck me, sir!”

Newt buried himself hilt deep into you, your slick core enveloping him immediately. You whined and gasped, desperate, for him to move in you. He complied slowly, drawing himself completely out, the tip of his penis teasing your folds, and then burying himself all the way back into you. And it felt so, so good. You threw your head back against the wall, wanting nothing than for him to move faster into you, for him to pound you so hard that you bruised and forgot how to walk. Newt grabbed you by your chin, forcing you to look up into his dark eyes. “What do you want me to do?”

Without waiting for a response, he rammed himself into you, hard, causing your skin to rub against the wall in painful pleasure. He slammed his hips against yours, sliding in and out of you so quickly you were unable to form words. The sound of skin slapping skin filled your ears, moans falling from your lips. You panted his name like a mantra, the word slipping from your mouth with each breath.

And then he fucking stopped moving. “I told you I would stop with each sound you made. Now, (y/n), tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Fuck me, Newt! Fuck me so hard I forget my name! Please! Just make me come! Please, sir!”

The corners of Newt’s mouth lifted slightly, showing the whites of his incisors. It made him look slightly animalistic, and that just turned you on even more. He released his hold on your hands, allowing them to drop to his shoulders. He lifted your legs so that they wrapped around his waist, and then he stopped holding back. Newt rutted into you, not giving you any time to adjust to his large size. Your back rubbed up against the wall again and again with each deep thrust, pleasure rocketing through your body.  Newt’s hands grabbed your ass, lifting you slightly before slamming you back down onto his cock. You felt as if you were being ripped in half by him, and you didn’t want him to stop.

Your hands dug into his shoulders, ripping through skin. Newt growled in response, fucking you even harder and deeper than before. Black dots filled your vision as he hit your sweet spot, pleasure entering every cell in your body, igniting you.

“Can Minho fuck you like this?” He snarled, pistoning in and out of you ferociously. “Can he make you feel like this?”

“No!” You cried, not wanting him to stop, just wanting to come so hard that you couldn’t speak. “No! Only you can fuck me like this!”

Newt impaled you again and again on him, beating your used cunt. You were soaking, your juices coating him as he pushed himself into you with each powerful thrust. The coil in you tightened. You needed release.

Newt lowered his head, his sharp teeth biting and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck. “You’re mine, (y/n).”

And then, impossibly, he increased his speed once more. Flesh slapped flesh and you were screaming in pleasure. “GOD! FUCK ME, NEWT! FUCK ME!”

Newt didn’t seem to mind you vocalizing your thoughts now. He groaned into your neck, sweat dripping down his forehead.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” The words became a mantra. You gasped and moaned them as Newt thrusted with brute force into you. The black dots swam in your vision. You could feel every inch of him, ramming into you again and again. Every inch of his cock, sliding in your battered pussy, animalistically.

“Come, (y/n), come for me.” Newt murmured into your throat.

You smacked into the wall of pleasure, screaming and arching against Newt as your orgasm overrode every single nerve in your body, igniting your inferno. Wave of colossal pleasure shot through your veins, your nails cutting down Newt’s muscled back. Newt yanked himself out of you just in time for you to squirt your juices. Your body quaked as you came, screaming. Fluid shot out of you uncontrollably, white filling your vision.

You fell from your high after what seemed like hours. Immediately, you got to your knees. Newt watched you, shocked, as you took him in your mouth. You had never done this before, the entire experience a new thing for the both of you. He was large, too large for you to try and take entirely into your mouth. You bobbed your head experimentally, tasting yourself on him. You moaned against his dick, the vibrations shooting from your throat to him.

Newt groaned in response. He grabbed the back of your head, fingers grabbing fistfuls of hair. He slammed you against his cock you felt it at the back of your throat, choking you. You sucked obediently, letting him slam your head up and down on his manhood. Your hand found its way to his balls, and you squeezed one to see the effect it had on him while moaning once more.

Newt let out the loudest moan you had ever heard him make, forcing you all the way down on him until you were choking. He came then, his come shooting out in long spurts into the back of your throat, forcing you to swallow each burning gulp of his salty seed. He let go of you and allowed you to pull your head off of him as he continued to come, his come landing on your face, hair, in your eyes, and on your breasts.

You felt dirty, and you liked it.

“Fuck, (y/n), you’re so hot.” Newt muttered underneath his breath, drained of all energy. He collapsed next to you. “You’re beautiful.”

Your back stung from being rubbed against the wall during the rough sex. Newt seemed to realize this, as he traced gentle circles on your back to soothe it. He picked up your ripped shirt from the ground, using it to wipe away his seed. “Though I do enjoy the look, it is hard to keep my hands off of you when you look so enticing.”

You laughed, leaning against his shoulder. “Pervert.”

Newt swallowed. “We do need to talk, though.”

“Minho was trying to tell me that he didn’t want you to think of him that way, that you’re his best friend. I hugged him to try and make him feel better and to reassure him that you wouldn’t think of him that way. I’m sorry, Newt. I didn’t mean to make you jealous like that. I just want you to trust me, okay?”

Newt nodded. “Love, I just worry because you’re the only girl in the maze. I’m afraid to lose you, so I act like a shank. I trust you, I really do. I don’t, however, trust all of them.”

You shook your head. “You won’t lose me. Anyone who’d even try to make a move on me would have to get through Thomas and Minho first because they’ve got your back. Newt, you should apologize to Minho. You’ve been a real piece of shit to him lately.”

Newt chuckled. “I’m glad I’m your favorite piece of shit.”

“Apologize, Newt. Also, shut the fuck up. I like you better when you’re fucking me.”

 I hope you enjoyed! Requests are open! Feel free to message me thoughts, criticisms, and more! Love you all!

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